not quite a girl
not quite a woman
not really a witch
for lack of a better word
she's quite the witch
her feet
and the sound of her voice
rise and fall
with my patience and libido
for lack of a better way of explaining it
she knows I love her but she doesn't care
for lack of a better method of shutting me up
our lips will meet, greet, say “ta-ta”
off she goes
other side of the room
other side of the globe
her behavior seems to say
“for lack of anything better to do
I misrepresent myself
and choose YOU”
I'm not her plan A,B or C
but lonely punctuation
behind those she'd rather see
our time together haunts me
and took ownership of a part of my brain
I call it love while my physician gives it a different name
for lack of a better way to keep me sane
he feeds me poison and tells me it's okay
I hear her voice
I see her eyes and she sees mine
she smiles, nods and turns away
for lack of a better way to say goodbye
she tells me she'll always be a part of me
anger hurt, searing pain
would be nice to see her again
she was never mine but I was always hers
for lack of any desire to be polite
get em by the throat and never let em go
it is too soon but I was too late
for lack of a better way to give advice
what else is there to say?