Intoxicated and drunk over the idea of how we should be,
and what we could have been,
that is how I feel.

I am forever chained to these expectations,
telling me that there should be words and song
exchanged between us
and that I have failed to fulfill anything at all.

The silence has filled up my insides
I am a hollow cave
Regrets echoing in this empty space
Melancholy at its finest
*I despise who I have become