You won't talk to me anymore
An understatement really
You won't look at me anymore
I'm not sure you even exist anymore
I still talk to you,
Which is something you don't know
Don't even have the slightest idea about!
Can nonexistent people even know things?
Well, I talk to you all the time.
I used to talk to myself,
You know, little conversations in my head, to myself.
Now, it's you.
I watched a show once,
It was about the sixth sense.
Apparently we can tell when we're being watched
And we can share brain waves, an unformed form of communication
I can't feel your eyes anymore.
Not like I used to.
I would stretch my neck,
Part my lips just enough to tease you.
But you won't look at me anymore.
And you don't watch me anymore.
But sometimes when I talk to you inside my head,
I feel the words slip out of my heart, squeeze through my rib-cage and float away
Maybe they find you.
Maybe they rub up against your skin and remind you
Of how you once looked at me, how you once talked to me, how you once loved me
Or maybe they get lost,
As lost as we used to be (together),
As lost as I am now (alone).
I'm being silly.
You don't exist.
My words will never find you.
You don't exist.