love-that-kid

Trigger Warning: see description Looking for positives in the dust. Thinking this through and trying not to think and knowing the wrong things. Not talking about it when there's nothing else to talk about. Getting hopes up to trip over. Being there and being what's needed and forgetting how to breathe. Crying every day and trying not to count them.

Trigger Warning: see description Looking for positives in the dust. Thinking this through and trying not to think and knowing the wrong things. Not talking about it when there's nothing else to talk about. Getting hopes up to trip over. Being there and being what's needed and forgetting how to breathe. Crying every day and trying not to count them.

in my mystic muddled musing i have come up with  a plan while you were using and abusing i found myself a place to land theres the ground, i plummet towards it i know where i can rest my feet and in the monring dawns sweet greetings there are people i will meet in my wary weary wandering i look for somewhere i can rest in my mind now i am pondering which of my options is the best as the day creeps slowly away i watch you walking all alone and i know right at this moment all i want is to go home as the stars twinkle brightly the evening wind it brings a chill and inside i ask myself many questions sweet baby do i love you s