We almost made it...
through storms, through silence,
through every soft apology
... we only whispered in our minds.

Now the house still holds our echoes,
but not our warmth.
And the bed is just a treaty
signed in tired backs and shallow breathing.

We weren’t broken.
Just bent too far
to remember how to bend back.

How many miles
Must one roam
To find a place
That feels like home;
What does it need
Lest it decay
And leave me to wander
Yet again;
If there is such place
Where I feel free
I really just hope
That you're there with me

an odious funk                  
interior swellings
   of my own decay ?

There’s maggots in my eye
Bugs where I lie
And dirt suffocating my heart

What once was beating and red
Is now decaying and dead
And you say it was all my part

Is everything I’ve ever done
Withering the golden sun
Is it all my fault?

I’m not perfect, though I should
Don’t you know I’m no good?

You tell me you care
That you’ll always be there
No matter where
When or how
My heart is a thumping drum
You make it the snare
Anger and a flare
Touch it, but you dare
When, now?

They blamed it all on me
And so if that’s what they want me to be
Sweet, they know I never could
So “dangerous” is what I’ll be

(Phase:1)
You blinked,
My breathe hitched.
Walked across the room,
I swore I was swooned.

You held my hand,
I couldn't even hear the door slam.
Caressed my back,
Uh-oh, cut me some slack.

You like me, you say,
This is my favourite May.
The background blurs, a halo forms 'round you,
I can stick with you like glue.

(Phase:2)
You won't return my texts,
Don't even give any context.
I convince myself, he's just busy,
He is not leaving me, is he?

You yelled at me today,
Left me in decay.
Didn't even care to apologize,
It took me a moment to analyze.

You say, you can't do this anymore,
They all leave, I have kept a score.
You walk away,
Next time, I won't sway.