How long will it take, for these ties to you break? They’re much stronger than I thought. How long till you’re gone from every troubled thought? Cause you’re still here to heal what’s wrong. We both made the call, but it was only my fault. Such a beautiful view with a long way to fall. I was afraid how it could hurt to leave the safety up above, but if it doesn’t it’s not love.
How long till I don’t feel like you’re still right here, reminding me of what is real?
I’m not sure that I’ll get over you; I’m not sure that I want to.
“Not Sure” by Fiction Family
Everything I feel is embodied is these words.
(via fuckyeahhlove)
there’s a constant fight between my heart and my mind to stay soft, stay soft, stay soft and i talk about this all the time, how i write, speak, listen, walk with my heart on my sleeve, embedded on my knees, my neck, my lips, my ears even though it’s a dangerous life to lead, i can’t help myself.. it’s how i’ve always been, how i’ll always be, a risk taker, a fighter, with my strongest muscle being the one right underneath my left-center of my chest. except in many ways this also makes me very much a child, naive and wide-eyed and foolish and slow to realize when things are wrong when in my heart, it feels very much right. but i go with it, i go with the gut feeling because i have nothing to lose and at least i tried, goddamn it i tried all i could and i’m not going to let this get to me or make me heavy, or sad eyed or never want to try again. because eventually, eventually i know my heart will mend.. even if it means i have to stitch it back up myself in the end.
“Because eventually, I know my heart will mend, even if it means I have to stitch it back up myself in the end.” (via 472239364)
