Full of regret, wishing that I could undo
Every decision that ever led me to you

How can you possibly force feelings to fade?
Except bury them deep and store them away
They cannot be destroyed just like they cannot be made
Hoping eventually they are resurrected someday

In your little world I’m not on your mind
In your little world everything’s just fine
But in my little world everything hurts
In my little world you’re just an excerpt

Oh Chameleon, you play so many roles
But for me I’ve never met a kindred soul
As familiar as yours, why must you run?
Love doesn’t come in the shape of a gun

I’ve spent a lot of time cultivating my uniqueness to just pour it all out for free
But I will let you share this lonely and destitute space with me

I won’t let you navigate my dark alleys and broken corridors
I won’t let you examine my scar tissue and bullet holes
I won’t let you solve the riddles and enigmas that my brain produces
And I certainly won’t let you tear down the walls I’ve built from despair and infinite contempt

When my brain won’t go to sleep
When my heart just feels too weak
When my sadness seems too deep
When my eyes begin to leak
......That’s when I turn to poetry