You called me your own Greek Tragedy,
I wish for you on every dandelion,
For you, out of my bedroom city I’m flyin’,
But you said “I think you think too much of me;”
My heart is your unwanted hostage; it’ll never be free,
I pray that you love me, even if you’re lyin’,
I’m not your one love, I promised to stop tryin’,
Could you imagine a world like that?

Knowing we could have been, is the hardest part,
You said you were sick of losing soulmates,
I wanted to be something you couldn’t lose;
At least you’re inspiring some of my best art,
In my mind we are still skating figure 8’s,
I’ll wait by the water fountain, if I’m the one you choose.

every day i feel my sanity slowly slipping away from me.
falling through my fingers.
maybe it’s running for shelter.
all i know is that someday it will stop floating down,
just out of my reach,
and it will find the bottom of the rabbit hole,
that previously seemed like it would last for an eternity.
maybe it will shatter like a mirror
or maybe it will just bounce right back up
and i will open my eyes
and it will have been nothing more than a batshit crazy dream.
i know that if it breaks into a million pieces at the bottom,
every fraction of it
will be disguised as an “eat me” cookie,
and i’ll spend the rest of my life binging on what i falsely believe to be sanity
and choking on what my reality once was.
all done with a mind long gone.

thank god it isn’t deep tho ****.