No one talks about leaving,
Realizing one day, a day you woke up feeling as if it was going to be any other day, that you no longer love the person the same. The small things you once loved that they put so much effort to go unnoticed. How is it that you woke up and realized you were okay living without them when one day you feared losing them. I think it hurts too, having to tell the person you never planned on being without that things are just not the same and when they ask why, what is there to say? "I woke up on a seemingly normal Wednesday and I realized that you no longer made me feel those puke-worthy butterflies. That I knew I would be okay without you." How do you put that feeling into words? I don't think I will ever be able to give you the answer you deserve and for that I'm Sorry...
please.
I finally got it
I finally understand what everybody meant
when they would tell me that one day
I would fall in love
and I would understand what it was like
to be blatantly lost in someone.
I think it comes out of nowhere.
We don’t expect it,
it’s just there, one day
we realize that one person
can change our happiness
whether it be for the better
or for the worse
and we trust that they won’t hurt us
we just put blind trust
even though we never really know
but we don’t really care.
I think we do it for the momentary happiness
that might last a while,
maybe even forever
but we’re always slightly afraid that it will end
and we’ll go back to how we were before..
Strangers
but in the end we’re not really strangers
anymore...
MSI
<Please Don’t Break Me>
I feel like up until now I have been so confused about what I wanted to do with my life but I feel like I finally know. I know what I want to do. Maybe I am not in the right track to get there yet but I will be and it will all be amazing and life will look up. I will do whatever it takes for me to get there. I know what I have to do to get where I need to be. I just need to actually push myself to do it and I will because I am so excited to meet my goal and be where I need to be. I have to there is no more room for errors like the ones that I made recently.
I loved you, I always will,
and that’s the problem
because the sad reality is
that I’ll love you way more
than I will ever love myself..
MSI
<If Only>
And with every word you spoke
you made me feel as though
I was the best thing to ever happen to you
yet I still laid here at night
wondering when you’d leave
because all good things leave
and you were one amazing thing
I knew I couldn’t bare to lose...
MSI
<Bittersweet Nothings>
I always said the same thing
when asked about relationships
and the reason why I was never in one.
I said it so much it felt a bit rehearsed
but it was true.
I did not need anyone to be happy,
I did not need anyone to come
and step into my world
only to mess it up.
And for so long I kept that up
I let no one in for anything else
but a simple friendship because I knew
that if they left it would be okay
but you came one day and overtime
became that one person;
The one that I never wanted to let go of,
because things with you were great
you came
and became part of my happiness.
Now I am finding it hard to let you go
but I know I will be okay
because I have rehearsed a new line
and it goes a bit like this,
“I learned what love was and I will be okay”
because although I still leave your space
in our bed open as if you would lay there again
I know you won’t and maybe,
just maybe things were meant to be that way
because
I learned what love was
And for that I will forever thank you.
M.S.I
And if we ever meet again
I’ll know it’s meant to be
but for now let’s live in this happiness
because we both know it won’t last forever
even though we truly wish it did.
MSI
<Living in the Moment Was Always Our Thing>
It’s like walking through a field of flowers
wearing a white flowy dress and you’re happy
you’re picking flowers and it’s a joy so immense
nobody can stop you, you’re free but then
you hit a wall, the flowers in your hands are not there
they’re replaced by rubbish, and then you look back
and it’s no longer the field of flowers.. it’s a mess
a mess that you have no choice but to fix
so you do, you walk back
and start piecing it all together and you’re sad
you’re guilty because you created such chaos
you beat yourself up about it as you see everything;
the people you hurt, the mistakes you made,
the good ideas that were actually bad ideas
then once it’s clean you’re excited.. it’s the field again
and you’re running through it again and it’s scary
because you never know where the wall is
when you’ll be stuck looking at the mess again
but you still enjoy it, you still love the flowers..
MSI
< Bipolar Disorder In My Words >
being in yr 20s is abt experiencing the worst thing you can imagine & then having to go to the grocery store