I wrote myself into a corner.
1,000,000 dreams I just can't place,
and you know you're not all of them
but maybe you're half of them?

Because when I close my eyes and think of you,
I can't ever sleep because if I think about you
then I love you, you consume me
and I need you.

I found myself in a corner again.
I found two souls I pair with, for now.
I warned both of them, and neither shied away.
and they both want to call me theirs.

And what's a wirter to do, when they
keep writing themselves into
a corner?