Depicted as an addict for your afflictions, emotionally evicted, my ****** expressions are cryptic
I am absent.
I am a shoe without a sole or a tongue, hung over lines for everyone to see
I am absent.
"Perhaps CAPS is the best place for you." As time elapsed I couldn’t grasp the concept
Replaced the laces with stems from flower vases, It’s less about the material and more about the release
I am absent.
Adept at adapting to your feelings even when I can’t feel a thing, I’m already a ghost
So why is my lack of spirit haunting me? The somber face in the mirror sends shivers down my spine
I am absent.
In my head I find serenity in screaming obscenities, but to your face I timidly say, "It’s fine."
I find serendipity in finite extremities, they seem to be the only thing I can understand
Just give me an ending in transcendent tendons, I am fingertip dependent with a penchant for physical tension because...
I am ---

And just like that you got my heart beating again
One look in a dark room and I was unfolding in your lap
The movie held your eyes, but your eyes held mine

If there was something that would tell me how to open my mouth and make you tremble, I would speak and maybe you would listen. For some reason a bucket full of wonderful thoghts gets stopped up in my brain and all that comes out is sorry. I am full of beautiful things, but all that is pulled from me when your around is how you make me feel like I'm the one who messed up.