But Not MeCan't fall asleep,as the clock ticks down the time,and as the time is running out,and there's nowhere left to hide.There's nowhere and nothing left to say.What could possibly make the impossible sane?And turn imaginable,the great cracks in the shredded paper heart,while sickness breeds in the hearts most brave,and those who cant believe continue to count down the days.Because forever has begun,and just as soon your forever will end,and tear a fresh hole,in the delicate fabric that forms your soul.A second chance for every tear.A fresh bullet for every chance.Soon you'll be able to count the wounds,marked as clearly as a calender,riddled with worn out fears.Does it hurt you to see me cry?For all you've done to hurt me,for all the internal bloodshed,and premature goodbyes.What God deals pain like cards?In this never ending game.But what happens when the cards fall short?When my skins as hard as steel.Only will he meet his match,once I've forgotten how to feel.
Maybe. Maybe Not.I squeeze his hand in mine, waiting for him to squeeze back. After a second, he does and I fight the urge to wrap him in my arms, all the while hoping that he'll wrap me in his.Beside me, his eyes are closed. I watch him, just for a second, trying to memorise his face, just like I've tried, every day since I met him, to memorise the little things that make him who he is.I know it doesn't really matter how long his eyelashes are, or the way his voice changes when we're alone, into something softer, less intense. It wouldn't make a difference if his guitar picks were yellow or purple of white, but I know that they're blue and green.I could spend hours memorizing the faint pattern of freckles on his cheekbones, or the way his hair turns red in the sun, as if memorizing everything will make him seem more real, will make time last forever. Maybe if I memorize the sound of his heartbeat, strong against my ear it will keep him by my side, because no matter how many times I remind myself of