I swear you made my heart beat. And my blood move. You made it easy to live. You were the only reason I needed. I followed you down and I met your pretty friends
and I saw them do their pretty drugs on bathroom counters in places that became like home. And when you smiled I smiled. And when you moved the world I felt validated.
And we carried each other and you never let me down. And I met more of your pretty friends and their buses they called home. And no matter how bad it got, I always had you.

I don't know what happened.
Sometimes I feel like I've lost you.
You're friends are still around. But they aren't so pretty anymore. And your skeletons still litter my house. Beautiful dusty strings and wood and metal. Waiting.

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Alexithymia

Pronunciation: /ə-ˌleks-i-ˈthī-mē-ə/
Function: n
: inability to express one's feelings



Are you where you thought you'd be
So beautiful and only twenty-three
Opposition rests in the hearts
With no, with no, with no opportunity
It's not that we don't talk
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
Like a politician lost in the course
All smiles and no one remembers our names
-Anberlin

What you are

A shell a wall, screaming for attention behind it
Calculated, predictable.
You're just like the rest of them
I couldn't open you up either
I should have known better.
But don't worry
It will work on plenty of other girls too.
Have fun.
Just know I'm not listening anymore.

"This isn't just goodbye
This is I can't stand you"

because I know what you could be.