I couldn’t sleep, thought of dreams, wish I was right there,
next to you inside of your room
with the lights off, those night talks,
we kissed until our breaths ran short
oh my god, my mouth got the taste of your lips,
caught off guard.
I fell asleep, nightmare dreams, wish you didn’t leave,
I’d be there instead of feeling scared
with my head on a mantel,
my mind stuck in pencils,
I sketched us and traced our names,
erased love. I’m a picture frame.
I wish I could remove my ceiling,
and find a way inside your bed.
I’ll love you for the next four seasons,
and on the fifth I will forget.
Cause if we wanted this, we’d make it work,
and if it’s meant to be I’ll find the cure
or the strength to move on
from the love that I lost.
I could drown at the bottom
I could swim to the top.
And my walls have some faults cause
I often hear an echo of your voice,
laughter coming down the halls.
(It’s not me)
Then who would it be?
You are the only girl I’d ever need.
You are my constant, you are my conscience,
you are the sun, and the moon, and the
Stop it, don’t put this pressure on me.
How could you ever believe that I’d fill your expectations?
Pedestal relations,
the constant conversations,
your moods were always changing,
you wanted me to hurt like hell so you could come save me.
I was never perfect baby,
and you never thought it too.
So why pretend that you loved me?
And I won’t pretend I do.
If we wanted this, we’d make it work,
and if it’s meant to be I’ll find the cure
or the strength to move on
from the love that I lost.
I could drown at the bottom
or I could swim to the top.
I could breathe in the air,
or my lungs will collapse.
I could down orange bottles,
or sit down and relax.
I don’t want this, it would never work.
No amount of “sorry’s” will erase the hurt
that you caused to my body
and my feelings, don’t say sorry.
You don’t mean it, don’t believe it,
and I’m leaving, you can’t stop me.
But if I try hard enough, will you see that I’ve changed?
I swear you’ll never break away from your selfish ways.
I’ll die for your love, I won’t be the same.
If you die over me, then your death would be In vain.
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Moving In's stuff is perfectly melancholic, ethereal and yearns with the pain and confusion of that kind of unrequited love that everyone needs to experience before they find their true love. Blissful ❤️ Emmanuel Sackey