Can I?

Can I?
Can I be your forever girl?
Flowers in my hair, white flowy dress walking down the aisle girl
Can I be your bare feet on the beach girl?
Dancing in the moonlight arms wrapped around each other girl
Can I be your hold you in the dark girl?
Stay with you till the pain subsides girl
Can I be the one you tell your secrets to girl?
You know they will stay safe with me girl.
Can I?

Unlucky in love

Unlucky in love
How to start this cliche love song
Boy meets girl and they both fall hard
Ensconced in their little love bubble they flourish
They thrive in their safe little pocket of the world where nothing bad gets in
But bubbles burst
And their love no longer protected by their little bubble
Begins to break under the pressure of who they really are
The arguments begin and resentment festers
Where did love go?
Was it ever really there?
Tears pour down their cheeks like a never ending rainstorm
Their love once sweet becomes bitter and toxic.

Hard to love

Hard to love
Baby thinks he’s hard to love
He never ever seems to quite win
Tired of even opening up if she’s only going to leave
Baby only ever sees one side
And that’s always his
Maybe the reason he’s hard to love is that he doesn’t let anyone in.

Not safe

Not safe
Not safe in our houses
Not safe in our beds
Not safe when we take all the precautions that they said
They tell us that these men are helpless
They simply can’t control themselves
So we have to carry all the responsibilities that they shed
The truth is that when we focus on the symptoms and not the cause
The world will never be a safe place for the women it tries to protect.

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Craving numbness like a drug

Lost in the thrill of exciting nothingness

Light, paper thin and breathless

Wanting to pause life and live constantly in the moment

There is no peace here but at least there is no thinking, striving, failing

Falling flat on my face again

But this is not a phase I can stay in.

Breaking point

Breaking point

Its breaking me can’t you see.

The weight of your expectations causing me to sink deeper and deeper

Till theres almost nothing left of me.

Trying to keep up a futile repititve cycle

But still I persist

Because the fear of hurting you feels so much worse.

Hollow

Hollow

This should make you happy but it doesn’t. 

Constantly competing with yourself trying to one-up your accomplishments.

You should feel excited but you don’t.

The emptiness a reminder that this simply isn’t enough. 

These accomplishments feel hollow like they should mean more but they don’t. 

Your sole focus seems to be on doing better, being better

But for what reason?

and at what cost?