This Isn't Emo, It's The Sound of My Shattering Heart

i need

i need

i need

in need

in edd

ined

i need.

i need expression

beyond this.

there is no word

for the feelings inside me.

conflicted, churning, hurting, wanting, being,

learning, hoping, twisted, lost lost lost for words.

growing up.

i want.

i want the nonexistent phrase.

the one that will set me free.

i want to cry, but i can't.

i want you back, but

you're distracted,

over it,

moving on,

going going going going going going ogingngoignda

gone.

the lamp shines in a puddle

on the hotel carpet.

and she cries.

and he cries.

and she dies

just a little more.

always a tragedy, those two.

the lamp shines in her hair

as she collapses into a puddle

on the hotel carpet.

she shines on the hotel carpet.

a lamp.

i am a lamp?

no, i'm the lamplight

and i'm only as bright as you ask me to be.

beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

behold one another,

discover the colour of each other's eyes,

and decide how beautiful you each will be

for today.

because tomorrow never knows.

no one ever knows.