I always thought I was special
Guess I'll guess again

When people like what I write
it's like they approve of my insides
At night
My thoughts
When fatigue makes me realize
Nothing's what I thought

Maybe one day
the sun wont rise
And on that day
pigs will fly
Maybe one day
Hell will freeze over
And the drunken man
Will come home sober
And the moon could lose
Track of the time
And shortest way
Won't be a straight line
Maybe one day
Your name wont be
A trigger to bring me
To my knees

You're a hole in my heart
A vacancy
A wound that will never cease to bleed
A saddening thought
A bone deep bruise
A ghostly touch
I always feel

I used to write long poems
With verses and verses
Now I can barely
whisper a word
You took my language
when you broke my heart
And ripped my trust
Like you stripped me
of my tongue
My voice is gone
And I'm left with a mask
of the only words I can find
Like fine
Because my writing is gone
But the memories still burn
With your icy touch