Free Spirit
Borderline personality disorder You know what you are What you need to do everyday Might even have a routine figured out
By Juniper Daisy4 years ago in Poets
I don't need you I don't need your hand in mine Nor do I need your weight on top of me Or your hands tugging at my clothes
I hate this feeling That you're fading Not only away from me But from my mind I'm starting to forget What your touch feels like
She browses book stores Like she's searching for a star Only a few will catch her eye She hums Billie Holiday In her Jeep on the way home
Supposedly when you're dying Your life flashes before your eyes But which life? The life that has been lived, Or the life that was lying ahead?
I know I don't mean shit to you You telling me to hit the streets Streets that are unpredictable Unpredictable just like me
Right now There's a void in my head I have no thoughts Yet my head is somehow racing No sleep at night I'll wait till morning
The bad part about being individual Is no one feels exactly how you feel In the same exact moment you feel it No one is in the same spot
You almost make me feel guilty To have a heart or soul You say there's no one out there for you But you mean there's no one that can hurt you enough
How the willow weeps Because it is called a weeping willow While you still have your bright days Softly swaying in the breeze
If she could die tonight She would Tie her hair together in a braid Keep in mind she likes her hair swooped to the right of her