Everything about you I have overdone
My heart was a racing one, once
All the words I’ve written to you or for you were never love
If you ever came back would that mean your search is done
but loss and desperation and want are just fancy ways to say pain
no one has ever truly replaced you they stood here in your place
just screaming and wailing and protesting exactly what you are
not me
you are not me or with me, me, me, me…
how could I be missing what I have inside?
Are you just light?
Take flight or I might!
No, you’re what happens when I’ve run out of oxygen
and I can’t seem to stop dying for a dream again…
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 