You looked to see you were still recording, licking your chapped lips and sniffling quietly, pouring your heart into the song, feeling the music fill the cracks in your soul and ripping you apart all at the same time.īut these words still feel like drowning to me Maybe I’m wasting my time, but that’s fine Keeping in sync with the world at our backs We could sing harmony, and my soul felt in tact Wrestling my guilt while submerged in a dream Your voice was calm and clear as you strummed, your eyes sliding closed as you tried not to cry. You had never been able to wrangle your own.Īnd now you were here, alone, sitting in the dimly lit living room of an apartment you still shared, your guitar gripped tightly in your hands. He’d mastered his demons, getting better at keeping them at bay. He had a darkness too, but it was subdued, mostly hidden behind his humor and his sweeping fringe of once brightly colored hair. He was happiness and light, beautiful smiles and loud laughter, his green eyes sparkling with mirth. You never thought you were good enough for him. It was stupid, a dumb argument, and suddenly you were saying things you didn’t mean, words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. The mascara lines down your cheeks were like a tattoo, ever present and permanent since he left. Thanks to for telling me to write something sad.
AN: I’m sorry I’m a little drunk and a lot emo and I was listening to Movements and this song just hurts me so this happened? Idk if it’s very good so I apologize in advance.
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