Love is bleaching bed sheets, because we could never wait. Love is seeking bare feet, phone calls from other states.
Love was loved ones, love was loved once.
Well do you still forget to brush your teeth? Cause you’re too caught up in
the morning; each eyes peel, peer into pores, change of breathing wakes each other up. Now it’s cold air, nobodys laying there, checking my phone and going back to sleep.
I sleep in a bed and home that we made but I'm left alone with your scent on pillow sheets. Rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes, covering up the walls in an attempt to create something that will make me forget who you've become, something that will make me forget what you've lost.
And now it’s new meaning into inanimate objects, working towards better health or just longer breaths to kill more time.
Count the seconds, count the heartbeats, count the messages, count the lack of replies.
People we loved hurt us and we make up excuses to tell ourselves they had to, and that it’s all okay and that they mean well, but why?
I'm going to start doing what I want to do, I'm going to start getting selfish.