"I know how you feel"
I tell him but
I have to scream because
He can't hear me through all the pages.
They don't understand
Because they're young and shiny and they
Don't carry a picture of someone
In the pocket by their heart
Like they're casting a spell or
Feeling someone next to them in the dark
Just as they pull away.
I know how it feels
To have a pebble
that shines like a diamond that you
can't help but kiss
and to black out with dreams
of what you should have done
or said to change the story
you now play in your head.
"I know how you feel"
I scream as I scratch at the mirror
like I scratch at my skin but
I don't hear myself because
he can't hear me through
all of the pages.