I thought you'd love me by now
You'd trick me into wearing a ring
Fidget with my fingers while I
Studied the specs in your eyes
I know, I know, I know,
There could still be time but
I grow, I grow, I grow
In numbers and I'm used to this life
Where I occupy the bed alone
Blackout the reach of the sunrise
I don't even know if I believe anymore
That you're out there dreaming
Waiting for fate to guide us
To cross paths a few times
I guess if not in this life
I'll have you in the next one
If there is a next one

How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.