Me without you is like,
A sneaker without laces,
A geek without braces,
It was the way you carried yourself,
as if universes scratched at your shoulders
and the care you kept neatly inside
was killing you slowly.
I remember the words you spoke
as if they were poking, pressing
at your already bruised ribs;
as if they climbed up your throat
holding ice hooks and torches.
I buried them deep as they'd go
in the sweat-drenched sheets,
hoping you wouldn’t remember
or want to search for them.
But one night I awoke
to an unfamiliar breeze,
those sheets untangled and draping
halfway out the open window.
I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe.
Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness.
They may not wear it on their sleeves.
But it's there if you look **deep.
I'm exhausted from this rutine,
I need for my soul some medicine.
With a slow pace time passes.
Am I a sheep among the masses?
Every day at six I'm awake.
Portal quote; don't believe the cake.
So why don't I just walk away?
We both know I will, but not today.
Dedicado a Zousen support.