& Charlie Chaplin has learned to breath the hard way.

[everything that happens is from now on]


This is your
life, this

is your life your days your
tired ways your
quiet nights when you’re

breathing for
no
one but
yourself & you’re searching for
anyone but
me you’re a
glass shelf amongst rock
bottoms you’re someone
elses’ lost

battles , I’m just

me &

I haven’t got a clue of just how we
came to
be

on

different sides of
(what could’ve been) a
beautiful idea, you
are

rock amongst
crystals a diamond in the
flaw a lost war a
won fight you’re
alone you don’t
cry

for nothing you’re

laughing you’re shining you’re Charlie
C tonight your
tears are
jokes your
smiles are
tears against my skin you have
learned to breath for
your own sake & I

am learning to see the beauty in
ache once

more I am faking my way through a
spring I fill with

sound for

the simple sake of keeping a fair distance to the
ground, I

am just starting to learn to
close my eyes when you’re around &

you
say you think I’m
dumb, you

say I have no
right to mind you
say I really haven’t found what

I
obviously did find &

then
you walk away,
leaving

me wishing I were blind, you
walk away I’m feeling ill, I’m

standing still my
eyes are closed I’m

standing
still just to make sure I

remember how it’s feeling, just to

learn from my
mistakes, to not forget what

you
kept stealing from
me, just to

never not accept what this
path I walk is
giving, (it’s not your
way but it’s a way) &

at least you can’t accuse me of

not
living,

you

walk away my eyes are

closed (like I
don’t care where you are going)
I’m

still dreaming about miracles

(despite all you
think I should be knowing).

/

me.