Well you’re the mistaken heart; the martyr; the sinner
Who died for her cause and the title Beginner -
Now don’t you feel bad just because I know where my place is.
Went straight from, “You’re brilliant,” to, “Oh, you’re so selfish,”
Weren’t there for the beatings and ignored the clauses
That suggested you’re more than a page on my bookshelf
Or the smiles that told you I hate it.

Now there’s tragedy - yes, a break in the story -
Her fear of loss makes her lose.
But she doesn’t care because she’s lost nothing
Besides a spinning string
That bent away from everything
Which tried to tie it still

She lost seams and innocence in passion;
It used to hurt when she bothered to mention
But now I’m immune and just imagining the next chapter.
I can’t even feel the body I’m touching;
Eyes try to catch mine but I’m thinking of nothing.
Seems I’m not good enough again
When I am compared to a pastor.

I tried to stop it but you’re just a memory
That resonates more like a nightmare.
It’s fading fast and losing credit -
Sorry, I don’t care.
You’ll be fine.