Together we built this wall;
Laid down the foundation
With sympathy and pain.
Every single pill
Made the bricks rise higher,
As you finished up
The work that we begun.
My last glimpse of you
Is the hint of a smile.
The wall that we both raised
Has helped you find the Grass;
The green green Grass
That is underneath your feet.
I tell myself: “I’m glad it worked! Our job is done!”
It seems this wall of pills
Has given you the kind of peace
I never really could.
For me to be lonely; For me to be distant
Is my debt to pay
For you to be happy; For you to be free.
The sound of your laugh
Drifting from above
The rising wall
Is a bittersweet reward.
Soon, though, I fear
It will be too thick
For even that.
But this is what we made.
Together, we built this wall.
My insecurities are so much bigger than your love
They tower high above it, their shadows are too much
Does that make me selfish? I think it probably does
Those three words will never fix me, they will never be enough
You say you don’t need anything, anything but me
You told me that I’m big enough, but that’s too hard to believe
I’ve heard you say you’re satisfied, but baby can’t you see?
I want to make you scream and moan, and satisfy your dreams.
All I want to be is, perfect in every way
All I’ll ever be is, a failure every day
As much as I believe you, every time you say
"My love is unconditional," my fears won’t go away.
"I try to think of things to say but nothing comes and if something did come I probably couldn’t say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses."
— Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via selfinspiration)
(Source: larmoyante, via lovelikelighthouse)
"I want love to
walk right up and bite me
grab a hold of me and fight me
leave me dying on the ground."
— Oh Jack White…you are a beautiful man (via filmplushaylsequalshapiness)
"Don’t do it Nigel," She says.
But still She hears the two cruel tones
That tell Her I’m gone.
Truth is, I feel the same tragedy
When my finger hits the button
That cuts Her off
Soon though, it will be different.
Soon we won’t have distance and logic between us.
Soon I’ll stare through Her gorgeous eyes
And absorb Her precious thoughts.
Soon our conversations won’t be haunted by the promise of morning.
Soon we will be together, until She falls asleep in my arms, and then we are together in dreams.
I long to say She’s beautiful
And before she can deny it
To silence her with a kiss
I want to know her voice
As I know her face.
And to understand her lips
As I do her thoughts.