Your room is so warm
but the place where you
rest your head is so cold.
It's so cold
but I wanna learn how to control
and unfold
the layers of my one soul.
And what if I let go?
What if I told you every secret that you deserved to know?
Complexity from simplicity.
Oh, this could be so simple.
But instead
I'm contrived and trying to survive
while my mind is in the middle
While my mind strives to take pride in the greatness
of what feels so little.
So non-committal.
That was like your favourite word.
Like how your name went from my
favourite noun to my favourite verb
spewing from my throat like an intoxicated slur,
waiting impatiently for the day that we
return to the way we once were.
Yes.
We were great for one another.
Staying out late and sharing stories of our fate with each other.
Now we're building walls of hate
while throwing red ***** of paint as our cover
So I sit and I wonder
and I wait, wrenching hunger
until my silence pulls me completely under