(via madison-kendall)
Wake Up Alone by Amy Winehouse
“He’s fierce in my dreams, sees in my guts, he fills me with dread, so consumed, he swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him, room spinning
And I wake up alone
If I was my heart, I’d rather be restless
Sick and I stop, the sleep catches up and I’m breathless
There’s this ache in my chest as my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now”
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.
-Charles Bukowski