It slits and stings and scorches the tip of my tongue A scalpel painted with a sickening slice of hope Of I know you used to And I said I used to But I meant I still do
My heartβ no head still throbs Thuds like the tapping of your fingers against the table
Your fingers Light and floating and still too far Flying too fast
My head Heavy and sinking and still too close, to me Still too close, to you Still too close, to every synonym of unecessary Still, too close, to my heart
Do you want to hear my secret?
My head throbs because of you, No, not because of you, because of me Because of confusion as to why My mind is able to solve math equations that I hate If I try hard enough
But for some reason my mind can't solve the question Of why it keeps flitting back to you Even if I try to will it away And always to you I have a million other things to do And somehow you're always still the first priority
My head throbs because it doesn't understand Because I don't understand How is it then when you're vulnerable And ask an "are you free to talk?" The truth is no I'm really not Yet yes is the only word running through my head
Somehow You always come first I find that strange considering how the most you've ever thought about me is probably the second best thing
Here is my secret
I am sick of this I am sick of you But somehow your laughter is the antidote It is the vaccine The dosage I get daily
But eventually It starts being less effective Because I hear Her laughter In yours
And the more I get to know you I feel like I'm just getting to know her You say the same phrases And so many things that you do Are just so her She's so thoroughly embedded into everything you do It's almost impossible to separate the two of you
And I am sick Of this And I am sick Of you
And how you say you used to And how I say I used to And how I still mean I still do