speechless.

banana-split thoughts.
maybe there ain't the need to be so specific/so clear headed with everything
living in a dreamy little world might not be that bad afterall.
or is it?
devils with their fork. angels with their hallos.
liars, i swear. all of them.
lying blatantly through their teeth
perfectionists. all of them
pointing out every single imperfection.
or maybe it's me. i would choose to live in a lie.



a part of me knowing it ain't right.
but i've decided to let it go cos' i'm tired of holding on to you.
and you ain't making a single bit of effort at all.