#confused

Oh what a tangled web we weave. 

I finally find a nice guy to be with but then everything goes down hill. Meeting a guy here in Las Vegas didn’t turn out so well. Why can’t I catch a break?

Cos’è l’amore?

Cos’è che senti?

Am I your little game?

Was I just a game?

Was I just a bet you made with yourself?

Did you try to suck up all of the air I still had left?,

Am I addicted to the feeling of being wanted?

Maybe your touch was all I needed to be haunted,

You hurt me and maybe that’s what I wanted

Did you ever see me?, was I invisible to you?

When you said you loved me, did you mean it?

Will I ever get to know whether I was real, or if I was just a pale ghost hanging onto your bones?

Sometimes I still want you by my side, yet you really made me hurt inside

could I forgive the past?

Maybe you think I’m just your little game,

And maybe that’s why even after a year you still text me

without knowing that you can’t fix anything, yet you still don’t even try

Feelings fade and times have changed, I guess now I’m more myself

maybe you just kept me tied onto your feet, begging you for a little of peace

i made a lot of mistakes, yet something I’d never regret is walking away.

The world keeps spinning, but I’m still standing

I didn’t plan for my life to go this far, and now I just sit to watch cars pass by

People are asleep, but I’d rather go for a walk

Could I get lost in the night?, have I really made it this far?

Maybe I’ve kept it all inside, and it’ll come out anytime now

I don’t think I do things right, but my heart longs for the sky

There’s a voice inside, that tells me to stop my rise,

And what if it’s right?

Confusion is all over me now, and now the night’s settled down into the minds of those who watch

I’m stuck in the past, time was never real, not for my heart

I guess I should try and find everything I left behind, but would it make them change their mind?

Now my scars are too fond of my skin and I don’t think I’ll ever go back in, I am too far to reach

Find my clothes underneath, my lies have always been free

I wish I’d pay attention to… me.

Little lost right now.

Sometimes I think I feel like everything with too much intensity, it doesn’t matter if they are actual things, people or just feelings. At first I thought I should be proud of myself for that, but years have passed and lately I am starting to wonder if it is a trait I should keep or try to hide as I have always done.

I don’t like admitting this, but I am always a little afraid that you are not gonna text me back and maybe we will never talk again.

i miss you but fuck you ⛓

Person x: You’re telling me, that you’re man?

Me, gender-fluid:Yes.

Person x: And yesterday you were woman?

Me, gender-fluid:Yes.

Person x: