Schizo

by BridgetRayAnn

October 17, 2015

Sound collision is noise pollution and math is mental warfare.

They tell you be safe and have fun,

While they're sniffing each other's drugs,

Smoking hash is wearing a mask of delirious amusement.

The things I think of is that you called her stunning and not me.

Because I look in your eyes and see the world,

But she looked in them and saw you,

Now I don't know what to do,

I'm feeling like I'm losing you but I never really had you,

You were a thought amongst many others,

But you confuse my heart and my mind for the other all the time,

This feeling is mental warfare,

This feeling is math,

Learning so much about a guy but not the bigger picture,

Because her death was your death,

Now I think I'm dying,

Spending late nights up crying,

A hole in my chest,

A chasm in yours,

For someone alive,

I've never hurt like this before,

You say you need time,

I say you need to be divine,

Because baby boy you don't even have to try,

I'm over here,

Watching you from afar with my minds eye,

You make my smile hit the sky,

So I wish soon you'd see that when I say "I see the world.",

I really mean that I see you,

Because you're my world,

So do what you desire and set your heart on fire,

But I'm right here with a bucket of water in my hands,

Math flashes across my brain,

Mental warfare here on the train,

Reminds me I have to remain in the friendzone once again,

But that's okay because as long as you're okay,

I'm good,

You don't have to worry about a message being misunderstood,

If another girl makes you smile like I wish I could,

That Stuff will hurt,

But that smile on your face?,

That girls the best dirt in your garden,

I won't say anything,

And If you buy her a wedding ring,

You won't see me leave so quick in your life,

Because that's the moment where everything,

Every moment,

Every opportunity,

Every chance I ever got and didn't take,

Gone,

Because I had a fear of scaring you away,

Back on the train with math on my brain,

Paying dues for all this warring,

So when you wake up from your mourning,

In the morning of your happiness,

I hope you think of the Girl who you never would,

The girl who to this day knew you could,

The girl who wanted to give you everything,

The girl who treated you like you were perfect,

But knew that you weren't,

To the man i think of everyday,

I'll be watching along the way...

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