There's a fire in the second building,
Of my brain,
I got out of the shower naked,
& didn't feel any shame,
Heels hit pavement,
Quickly,
Sirens blaring loudly,
I sat with my head propped up against,
The frame of my heart,
Listening to it beat,
I didn't have a chance,
As the flame locked up my calves,
Silence shook the halls,
Beds filled with sand,
Hotel for the broken,
It hasn't rained in days...

the sand pours out my cracked hourglass
and into your cupped palms
claiming time you don't deserve
time better spent anywhere but here

how long must i waste my hours on thoughts of you
letting the water drip from my flask
as i try to savour each drop
in this emotional desert

the longer i let these wasteful thoughts linger
the less chance of finding my oasis
where the palm trees fan me in its shadow
and i drink from the reservoir of reignition

the hardest love affair
i ever considered starting
was the one with myself

it's difficult holding onto something
that doesn't quite fit

or not feeling an attraction

when disappointments are constant
   and false promises are made daily

when comfort only comes
  with my mind being blurred by intoxication

the time has come and
   the realization has been made

... the only way this relationship can work
is if serious changes are made.