Delayed

Life’s about those moments where you can’t be held tight enough.
No amount of hugs can take away the pain
And having them there actually isn’t enough for the first time in forever

And being held doesn’t do the trick
Your best friends can’t fix this.

You were there for me last time I cried this hard,
But your love isn’t enough.
And that kills me.

I’m not enough
For anything
Not even for myself.
For what I want for myself

And I can’t get drunk without writing
And I can’t write without being drunk

Just needing to be held,
But knowing it won’t help.

It’s not emergency,
Just another valentine’s day tragedy
That can’t be fixed and won’t go away,
Even after all pink hearts subside

Nothing can fix a person’s worse dream when it turns out to be reality