Hey, would you like to know a secret?
It slits and stings and scorches the tip of my tongue
A scalpel painted with a sickening slice of hope
Of I know you used to
And I said I used to
But I meant I still do
My heart— no head still throbs
Thuds like the tapping of your fingers against the table
Your fingers
Light and floating and still too far
Flying too fast
My head
Heavy and sinking and still too close, to me
Still too close, to you
Still too close, to every synonym of unecessary
Still, too close, to my heart
Do you want to hear my secret?
My head throbs because of you,
No, not because of you, because of me
Because of confusion as to why
My mind is able to solve math equations that I hate
If I try hard enough
But for some reason my mind can't solve the question
Of why it keeps flitting back to you
Even if I try to will it away
And always to you
I have a million other things to do
And somehow you're always still the first priority
My head throbs because it doesn't understand
Because I don't understand
How is it then when you're vulnerable
And ask an "are you free to talk?"
The truth is no
I'm really not
Yet yes is the only word running through my head
Somehow
You always come first
I find that strange considering how the most you've ever thought about me is probably the second best thing
Here is my secret
I am sick of this
I am sick of you
But somehow your laughter is the antidote
It is the vaccine
The dosage I get daily
But eventually
It starts being less effective
Because I hear
Her laughter
In yours
And the more I get to know you
I feel like I'm just getting to know her
You say the same phrases
And so many things that you do
Are just so her
She's so thoroughly embedded into everything you do
It's almost impossible to separate the two of you
And I am sick
Of this
And I am sick
Of you
And how you say you used to
And how I say I used to
And how I still mean
I still do
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
Hey, would you like to know a secret?
It slits and stings and scorches the tip of my tongue
A scalpel painted with a sickening slice of hope
Of I know you used to
And I said I used to
But I meant I still do
My heart— no head still throbs
Thuds like the tapping of your fingers against the table
Your fingers
Light and floating and still too far
Flying too fast
My head
Heavy and sinking and still too close, to me
Still too close, to you
Still too close, to every synonym of unecessary
Still, too close, to my heart
Do you want to hear my secret?
My head throbs because of you,
No, not because of you, because of me
Because of confusion as to why
My mind is able to solve math equations that I hate
If I try hard enough
But for some reason my mind can't solve the question
Of why it keeps flitting back to you
Even if I try to will it away
And always to you
I have a million other things to do
And somehow you're always still the first priority
My head throbs because it doesn't understand
Because I don't understand
How is it then when you're vulnerable
And ask an "are you free to talk?"
The truth is no
I'm really not
Yet yes is the only word running through my head
Somehow
You always come first
I find that strange considering how the most you've ever thought about me is probably the second best thing
Here is my secret
I am sick of this
I am sick of you
But somehow your laughter is the antidote
It is the vaccine
The dosage I get daily
But eventually
It starts being less effective
Because I hear
Her laughter
In yours
And the more I get to know you
I feel like I'm just getting to know her
You say the same phrases
And so many things that you do
Are just so her
She's so thoroughly embedded into everything you do
It's almost impossible to separate the two of you
And I am sick
Of this
And I am sick
Of you
And how you say you used to
And how I say I used to
And how I still mean
I still do