mynameistrouble89

should i beg the ocean, "don't leave me here!" for my bones are singing and i shall surely lose that, should i leave... there's no song to sing where i'm from. least, not a pretty one... not ones my bones like to sing and should you feel the skin with freckles arranged in triangles again? or is it best left how it is? your abundance of ambiguities mutes the song in my bones... don't you hear the music too?

you've been wandering about my thoughts again as a whispering blue ghost i miss you haven't seen you around... "i hope you're ok/ so many constants i wish you were constant too" "This warmth it misses you"

with time running away i've got to realize that it's all just in my own head. it's not out there for everyone else to think about and feel... nope! it's all just the concoctions of my brain chemicals... those ones that i haven't quite figured out how to let them just roll off my back...                                                                                  {yeah, those ones} but i couldn't quite tell him that it bothers me (what a liar...) said i'd let you know if i ever got upset about something... but this would all be simpler if he just disappeared... "i'm awake and i've been/ losing sleep/ i've b