In the strength of her back I see her burdens
Something's got to give

This sweat stinks like salt and the sea
That's where we go when we have no other direction
And skim rocks until our minds are blurred and merged
At home we lie in our beds until our minds are blank of the other

Symmetrical face, so out of place with these animals
You stand on that pedestal, wondering why you can't reach me
You're too much, and I'm definitely not enough


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Nothing hurts like
Being shot into the reality
Of not being loved
By the one you adore
The only one you want
The one you'd set yourself on fire for
Or drown in the sea for

Oh how he made my bones crack
And my heart slow down
When he told me to go
For I'm not the one who makes
Him smile
So mine surely faded
And will not return until he does

I'm tired of holding up my head
When it surely belongs resting
on his chest
I'm tired of playing this untuned piano
Until my fingers are numb
As my tears stream down my face
And form a puddle on the keys

I'm tired of this agony
And the weight of heartbreak
Weighing me down

I can hardly breathe
And I'm now left shattered on the ground
And now I realize
I should have caught myself
And I never would have fallen

It slowly starts to creep up on you at ten,
when you look at the clock and you start to think about what they're doing.

It then sinks in towards eleven, when you begin the autonomous
process of laying down, putting in headphones, and drowning
your sorrows in a mountain of music that was only written for you.

By midnight, you start to tear up, but your eyesight
turns hazy not because of the tears but because of the weight
of your sleepiness. After all, you've been doing the same thing,
sleepless nights, for days on end.

One comes around and you start to think they don't care about you
and you mean nothing to them. You begin to replay every moment
you've ever had together and realize you were blind not to see the signs.

Two and your hope is down the drain.

Three, you begin the phase of punishment.
It is your fault this is happening, you are the reason
that everything is ****** up. How could you ever assume that you
were helping, when you were only making the lethal hole
bigger.

By the time four happens, you've reached denial. Nothing
is wrong; they care about you and everything is okay. You're perfectly
fine and if someone tells you otherwise you need to slap them because
they don't know you.

And you can't even make it to five, because your thoughts
become too much and you have to close your eyes
so you can see them again.