Paperweight.....

‎"....on my back, cover me like a blanket. Mess up my bed, with me. Kick off the covers, I'm waiting. Every word you say, I think I should write down. Don't want to forget, come daylight.."

I don't know.

Hearts are tangled in this city.

The lights are bright. They pierce through souls.

Exposing the secrets, buried so deep- mistaken for trash.

We are all human, we are all worn.

But its what makes us beautiful.

I am

so fucking happy.

Its up to you.

I am not a perfect person. Nobody is. We are all bound to make mistakes. Thats a given. What is important is how we redeem ourselves. This is through what we do after we make those mistakes -the way in which we show we have learned from wrong doings.

What's sad is that not everybody sees this. What is even more sad is that there are people who do realize this, but refuse to take the steps in order to learn, grow and become a better person. Don't allow yourself to do what is more convenient rather than what is right. You are in charge of who you are, what you become, how you handle yourself. No one else.

Holding onto pride is never worth it.

If you need to apologize, do it. Its never too late. Never too late to have a healthier and lighter heart.

Pheromones.

He smells like an early morning in autumn,

late night whiskey and,

cigarettes.

Why oh why.

I have a question. Why don't we listen to our hearts? Or is it the other way around- do we not listen to our heads rather?

In the end, we need to listen to our instincts. Both our hearts and our heads have it- I believe. I often times will question what I feel because I get so caught up in trying to decipher whether my thoughts and my feelings are derived from my heart or my head. I do this because one is more valid than the other to me. Not sure why. I forget that whatever it is, its there. Its there for a reason, so listen to it. It doesn't matter where it comes from.

When you go against it, things fail.

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Stuck in a place between yes, maybe and no.

Sooner or later one must let go.

How hard must we push at this,

how lightly should we pull back.

Its all a hit or miss

and theres no plan of attack.

Words without reason.

Speaking without needing.

And in the end,

two hearts are wearing down,

because its not pretend.

Not one, but two to mend.

In the madness it makes no sense,

but this is what you want isnt it,

so be content.