Mood: NTKB.
Song: The Garden That You Planted - Seawolf
Fears brought to life.
Right before your eyes.
Having a great day,
Simple and easy.
And then you sleep from pure exhaughstion.
And you awaken to a nightmare.
You wanna run.
Go back to bed.
Pretend this never happened.
But you can't cower away.
So you talk a bit.
And you feel this feeling getting worse.
Everything gets cold.
And you're afraid, oh my your fear is so easy to smell.
You choke a bit, when you finally ask a bad question.
Swallow it down all you want, it just keeps coming back.
Your eyes are fresh with tears.
But you don't need to tell this person,
Why would they care?
You try to clear your name,
But no, no trust is put forth in you.
Do you really deserve it?
You know this time you can't smooth it over with "I love you"'s,
Even though they're completely true.
You're still cold.
Your eyes are all puffy.
Your nose is kinda wet in a gross sense too.
You're not too sure what to do at this point.
But wait. Try to figure something out.
Have you ever been so afraid?
I don't think so.
Your heart felt like it stopped, didn't it?
Maybe because it did.
People give you advice, but you can't listen.
You're almost too scared to move.
But you have to, if you mean it,
If you love him, you can try.
So you type what you think,
Type what you feel.
Type what's right,
And even if you're wrong you've tried.
You find a song that displays how you feel.
But you don't share it, not yet, no.
You run all these things going on in your mind,
But can't grab a single one to think it through.
Your heart is beating so slow,
it hurts, so bad.
It doesn't matter though, does it?
Everything is cold.
Cold sweat.
Cold arms.
Cold skin.
Ice at the very touch.
But it's colder than ever before.
Even your blood feels cold.
M o n s t e r.
That's what you are, clearly.
And then you're told that bridge sounds nice.
And your eyes are wide.
And everything stops.
Every last thing stops.
And three seconds feels like forever.
Tears start rolling down again,
You're making some weird noise as you cry,
It's not cute though, you know that much at least.
And you say no to that bridge,
But you know they're not listening.
Your heart aches so bad right now, huh?
They leave for bed.
Whether you say goodnight or not.
You should have said goodnight, been polite.
They don't tell you they love you,
Maybe they don't anymore,
But you don't want that thought in your head,
Cause your eyes are starting to water all over again.
And it's been two or so hours since they've stopped replying to you.
Your last text from them still seems to hang in the air,
With your fear as well.
I'm not sure what to tell you, about the smell,
Whether it's intoxicating or putrid.
I'm not sure.
But that last text from them hangs in the air.
And you wait, yes, you wait with fear:
"We continue being us, or break up."
And you tell them your choice.
But they don't reply.
So you just wait.
And you wait with fear.
And you wait, and wait.
Sooner or later you'll hear.
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