The garden that grew on my skin the moment you touched me
Is nothing but a sanctuary of wishes that’ll never come true
and of dreams that need forgetting.

The colors I started to see when I first saw you
Are nothing but manifestations of my delusions.

In reality, I’m invisible
And all I see is you.

The nails on my heart
and the hammers and strings that beat it and pull on it
are the mixed signals you’ve been absentmindedly sending

But no, you didn’t mean to hurt me, did you?
Cos you have no idea the way your words sink themselves into my flesh.

*You have no idea.