love/hate

I pray that I’m wrong about you

always prayin I’m wrong about you

every time I left

and every time I came back

Every time you come back around

I think maybe I was wrong

but then you shed a light on the truth that I hate

I don’t want to wait

I don’t want to wait

but here I am still waiting

waiting/hoping/begging to be wrong

 

 

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When you know you know (lol)

So it was always her. And I was always right. Right in the worst way. When you want so badly to be wrong. Guess I was always a rebound or a stepping stone to lead you back home. And your home is her and my home is empty searching for peace within the mess of all this. the mess of the lies and the things we tell ourselves so we can sleep at night. And I still dream of you and play future movies in my head. What a fucking delusion thinking we were meant to be what a fictional story what ironic hypocrisy. Guess love really does make you blind. Guess tonight’s the night I leave you behind.

all roads lead home

it feels so easy to slip off the track, the right path

all the sudden you’ve started going the wrong way, and you’re lost and confused and not sure how to get back

it’s not even noticeable when you start to step in the wrong direction, cause it happens so quick

ever look in the mirror and wonder who is looking back? 

I have and it’s happening now, I try to listen my internal compass to lead me back to myself

I can’t yet see which direction it points to bring me back home, I only see heaps of open roads…. which ones will keep leading me further away from myself, and which ones will lead me home? There’s no way to know

but that thought rings in my head “all roads lead home” so I take my first step, with a glimmer of hope.