(Source: towritesetonyourgoals, via godbesideme)
You are the oxygen that I breathe.
Put to use by the lungs you made.
You are the reason my heart beats.
And you are the reason that it breaks
Put yourself in my place for just one day
Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey
More aware than ever that I might never be calm again
And it shakes every fucking bone
Trying to do the right thing on my own
So I let the ink tell you how
I come to grips with all of this
I’m getting too old for this
What do you know, my shoes are my own
Tread the granite till you find
some kind of place to call home.My fucking life recently.