i'm sad
i'm numb
i'm consumed
i get up
and i feel worse than before
i'm not drowning
just to firmly rooted
in my own melancholy
that i can't imagine
moving

sometimes it's hard
to remember
that even if you
know someone
you don't
you only see
exactly what you
perceive them to be
and not as they are
to themselves
when it's dark
and the door is shut
in those ungodly hours
of the night
that remind us who
we really are

We go out, but
we're not going out
if that makes any sense
but you sign i love you
as your signature at the store
you miss me
you don't want to make me
do anything i don't want to
I go for my wallet an you
say *stop being weird and
look me right in the eye
So you love me
and we'll leave it at that

Next time don't panic
i do that enough on my own
Next time say yes earlier
what what what isn't a response
Next time be gentle
i frighten easily

interesting
i thought it was
interesting
or?
it's interesting.
it's thought provoking?
it's interesting.
it's weird?
it's interesting.
it's important to someone but you don't care?
it's still interesting.
So,
when you said
you're interesting
am i thought provoking?
weird?
comical?
appeased?
puzzling?
I'm entirely unsure, so
calling me interesting
well,
it didn't mean much

i don't have bad days
i have hard days
i have long days
i have numbing days

i don't have good days
i have smiling days
i have loving days
i have butterfly days

but they're *mine

Does it make me a *****
that I don't care?
You left me alone
when I needed you to be there.
So now that you need me,
I want to leave you
alone too.
But I can't,
I guess my inner ***** isn't
as bad as I thought she was.
But, even she's
a better person than you.