Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
If every word I said could bring you back,
and allow me to hear your voice once more
I’d talk endlessly
about everything under the sun.
- about the loss of a loved one
No one talks about leaving,
Realizing one day, a day you woke up feeling as if it was going to be any other day, that you no longer love the person the same. The small things you once loved that they put so much effort to go unnoticed. How is it that you woke up and realized you were okay living without them when one day you feared losing them. I think it hurts too, having to tell the person you never planned on being without that things are just not the same and when they ask why, what is there to say? "I woke up on a seemingly normal Wednesday and I realized that you no longer made me feel those puke-worthy butterflies. That I knew I would be okay without you." How do you put that feeling into words? I don't think I will ever be able to give you the answer you deserve and for that I'm Sorry...
MSI
I finally got it
I finally understand what everybody meant
when they would tell me that one day
I would fall in love
and I would understand what it was like
to be blatantly lost in someone.
I think it comes out of nowhere.
We don’t expect it,
it’s just there, one day
we realize that one person
can change our happiness
whether it be for the better
or for the worse
and we trust that they won’t hurt us
we just put blind trust
even though we never really know
but we don’t really care.
I think we do it for the momentary happiness
that might last a while,
maybe even forever
but we’re always slightly afraid that it will end
and we’ll go back to how we were before..
Strangers
but in the end we’re not really strangers
anymore...
MSI
<Please Don’t Break Me>
I loved you, I always will,
and that’s the problem
because the sad reality is
that I’ll love you way more
than I will ever love myself..
MSI
<If Only>
It’s like walking through a field of flowers
wearing a white flowy dress and you’re happy
you’re picking flowers and it’s a joy so immense
nobody can stop you, you’re free but then
you hit a wall, the flowers in your hands are not there
they’re replaced by rubbish, and then you look back
and it’s no longer the field of flowers.. it’s a mess
a mess that you have no choice but to fix
so you do, you walk back
and start piecing it all together and you’re sad
you’re guilty because you created such chaos
you beat yourself up about it as you see everything;
the people you hurt, the mistakes you made,
the good ideas that were actually bad ideas
then once it’s clean you’re excited.. it’s the field again
and you’re running through it again and it’s scary
because you never know where the wall is
when you’ll be stuck looking at the mess again
but you still enjoy it, you still love the flowers..
MSI
< Bipolar Disorder In My Words >
What if I never forget you?
what if, all my life,
when I meet someone new,
I can never fall for them
because they aren’t you?
ANON