“I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my shitty little life.”—Lester Burnham, American Beauty (via missmonsoonmuddlemusings)
I don’t need all the kings horses or all the kings men to prove to you how I feel and how I would treat you. All I need is for you to allow me to show you. For you to believe in me. How you once did. Let your guard down. Let me in. It’s either you love someone or you don’t. I am no where close to being a don’t.
This is what I dream. This is what I say in my dreams.
Why are you always the topic.
Why won’t you leave.
I won’t let you.
The reasons escape me.
Yet you’re trapped for good inside my head, waiting for you to return.
After all is said and done I’m left with reflections of your eyes haunting my mind So dead inside, what good came out of this? I was the one that tore you down I’m down yet oh so guilty Every last breath I have is yours to keep This constant cloud is watching over me I wish I had the time to make you see this through We’ve been here too many times I’ve felt like this too many times Oh god, I am this I’m dead inside, looking out for you And your final words I was the one that tore you down