Inside your head


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Stop it. Tap out. Speeding in the wrong lane, breathing slow is for the weak. Why do you run away when someone still needs you? Why do you go to that place inside your head?

Sometimes you live life backwards, picking up the mistakes you left behind. But such things take you under, chasing life in all the wrong places. They talk and you talk, but no one is really listening.

A kiss is meant to linger but no one is really feeling it when you go home with the wrong people. You went in empty-handed, came out full of emptiness.

Do they see you like you see them? Do they forget you when they leave? Do they hold you when you are sad?

You could leave if you want to but you’ve glued your wings together.

You’ve changed your smile. Why are you so scared of the mirror. The mask fits better when you keep it on. It’s the lies like this that stole from you. Pay attention, it’s all in your head.

Living inside your head, in a dream. It’s a lonely place where you hide. You went away and forgot to come back.

Life can get beautiful in thin air but what’s gonna save you from being invisible.

Get out of your head. Be more out there. Where is out there?

It’s a lost cause when you are really not fighting. You can’t see in the dark when no one is really leading you.

Sometimes feeling inadequate. Getting some, needing more. Why so lost love? Where do you go in the night?

Like D.H Lawrence, I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself but there you are hugging your loneliness. Who’s gonna hold you against the cold?

Someone needs to tell you that the truth doesn’t start where the bottle ends. But phone calls will end when the heart becomes cold. You could feel if you tried but you’ve built a wall. Then you slip back inside your head and fasten the latch.

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About sensoria300

I harness words, I thrive on them. I tell stories. I am dreamer, sometimes a poet but mostly I am a Game of Thrones fanatic. Lady Olenna, Lyanna Mormont and Arya Stark are my spirit animals.

Posted on September 7, 2015, in Poetic Justice and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. This is great Jennifer. Strong imagery. I like the lines like, ‘Speeding in the wrong lane, breathing slow is for the weak’ and ‘but you’ve glued your wings together’
    Hope you had a great weekend, and that you have an amazing week.
    🙂

    • Thank you, trying to get my mojo back. My weekend was good, attended a baby shower, ate some cake and played charades..have an amazing week ahead too.

      • Well, it looks like you’re doing great at getting that mojo 🙂
        Ummmmmm, cake and baby showers. I’m sure if it was me there, I would have eaten too much cake. Hahahaha.
        Blessings
        🙂

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