I buried all my Feelings for you in a coffin six feet under the ground,
All my Feelings buried under sand in a perfect mound.
The funeral was small and lovely
I killed my Feelings because I was afraid you'd never really love me.

At first I visited the tombstone everyday dropping roses and sunflowers,
Then I realised that to keep revisiting the Feelings drained me of all my powers.
After a long time losing my Feelings  made me numb
And the idea of going back to the grave felt dumb.

Then just like Lazarus, the Feelings came back to life
They were coming again, to the surface again, to stab me with a knife.
Last time I had killed the Feelings before they killed me,
This time the Feelings just might succeed.