I guess I’m not a ‘good sport’
Yours is the only game I’ve truly lost
Yes, I didn’t take it well,
My personal, favourite hell
The rage, the pain, all still there
I wish I could say
“I wish you farewell”

Isn’t this the age
When we have
A lot of plants,
A bunch of plans
Little money
and even less time?

I’m trying so hard to keep it inside
It’s in the surface of my heart
I can’t scratch it
It’s spreading
And then it overflows
It’s overwhelming
It slides down my face
Salty watery trace
I’ll be okay
Just not today

You were lucky enough
To be in my sight
When the stars alligned
When my heart was warm

You found your way into my mind.
Now I randomly text you
at 2 am.
And you are okay with that,
slowly melting my stance.
You’re dangerously getting closer
To my heart.