Blue Button

It's hard knowing that I can't talk to you even though your only keys away.

I miss you alot and sometimes wish that I followed through with my plan to run away.

Hurt me so bad when I pressed the Blue send Button.

My fingers stung so bad all they wanted to do was run.

Everyday the hole in my spirit gets torn open farther.

To stitch it up so it doesnt bleed has gotten harder.

No motivation even with looking ahead.

Can't seem to hold it together kind of want to be dead.

When I look at the painting you give me, the lump in my throat becomes heavier.

It's weird that we're together, yet holding eachother makes us un-steadier.

Your soft lips and oceanic eyes and secure hugs have me feeling loved.

But now we can't do that; my emotions feel so shoved.