Oh my solitary soul
Like an icy shoal
I thought long ago
That I was cavernous and deep as a ravine
But I’m fresh fallen powdered snow
To be crushed to ice beneath the feet of what comes and goes
I remember you sometimes as I take off my clothes
And monitor the scars
They stretch and burn
Toil and yearn
That you may have felt the same
But we’re all to blame

When I think about you
It’s like inhaling gulps of seawater
No matter how cold I get being alone seems to get hotter
It feels just like shaking an image free from a Polaroid
To drag up your memory
A little bit blurrier at first
Thinking about the good times makes it hurt the worst
I just try to convince myself that it isn’t my fault
That I’m not cursed
Sometimes just pretending to forgive myself
Alleviates me for short bursts

I shiver dry in the shower
Before the sunlight hour
Trying to whet my appetite for guilt
All it does is make the flowers wilt
Ones I planted for you
In the little box outside my room
Whenever the dainty things bloom
My regret does too
It’s like pesticide to love you
It kills the roses, gouges my poses
That I made to eschew

We were swimming in the thickest of it
Of the slicing tides of love and hate
My lust refused to be sate
I was condemned to wait
Always reaching at you like prisoners to passing guards
Just biding my time, gnawing on my wrath
Preparing for my pouncing strike
Marking the points on my warpath

Oh my aeons aged soul
Born to never grow old