Fever dreams
of helplessness
the burning tears,
they feel so cold

my body, young,
my mind is old
and I am looking
through his lens

I cry so much
and wither away
I feel the pain
burn me away

unspoken words
soaked by tears
I couldn't say
any of my fears

unchosen love
that was never real
I'm kneeling down
at a karmic wheel

the desperateness
of hope and lies
our separateness
will never subside

in life or death,
I hope you know
that I will never
let you go

I search for you,
day and night
I'm traumatized
and hypnotized

I'm so in love,
in love, in pain,
I disintegrate
with the rain

the rage I feel,
the calming beast
it lays itself
upon my breast

I'll never rest
I'll never heal
I'll never understand
what was ever real

a hopeless love
a hopeless pain
with my hopeless friends
and this hopeless rain

a hopeless letter
a hopeless page,
a hopeless happiness,
a hopeless rain

a hopeless love,
a hopeless pain,
a melancholy burn,
a melancholy rain

I love your skin,
I love your eyes
I love your voice
I'm hypnotized

I love your brain,
I love your mind
I love your body
one of a kind

I love your words
I love your hurt
you manipulate me
I love your work

I love your lies
I love your joy
in the simple life
that you destroyed

I love the way
you always desert me
and leave me lingering
in nothingness

I love the way
you always hurt me
and leave me burning
in emptiness

I love the way
I have no friends
and have no means
to my ends

I love the way
I meaninglessly write
like you'd read
anything I've typed

I love the way
I regret what I said
the emptiness
unread messages

I love the way
I reuse words
crying these last bit of tears
in a melancholy burn

I love the way
that you are gone
and I'll never
see you again

I love the way
I endlessly long
just to have you,
just to need you

I hate,
oh how I despise,
the way I grieved
so many times

when you would leave me
all alone
and the pain would shake me
to my bones

I love the way
I talk to myself
as if thinking of you
would ever help

I love the way
I'll burn in hell
for choosing you
over myself

I love the way
you'll never come back
it's as if you died
and had a heart attack

I love the way
my whole life burns
because apparently I lived all this
just to learn.


I love the way
that I despair
looking in my inbox
and you're never there.

I love the way
that I distract
I'm just simply wishing
that you'd come back.