I can’t see
Through this constant darkness
Your illuminating glow
No longer lights my way.
Maybe this time
It will be different.
We convince ourselves
We lie to ourselves
We deceive our hearts
Into seeing what we want
Instead of what we need
What we need, though,
Is nothing like each other.
We don’t bother with thinking
That’s too sensible
After all,
Sensibility is for the strong.
--and we’re so weak.