So rough.
Do you chew the lollipop or lick it?
Maybe you swallowed it whole.
It wasn't so nice. Especially the first time.
Then the feelings made it addictive.

It didn't matter, if you were a different person.
It didn't matter if you were not thinking.
It didn't matter if I felt like I wasn't even there.
Or like you were getting over with it.

How do you do it?
Detach your physical self from your mind?
Teach me. I am dead inside.
And then you just stopped. Everything.

You were far away. In all ways.
Turns out, you have to let go of something
that is pulling you down, drowning you
into your sea of meaningless existence.

But then you pulled me close again,
Maybe because I was letting go.
And then you were rough again,
but now it was ugly.

You were still rough.
I was still invisible
And still dead inside.
Holding on to what remained of us.