Your absence is like
gears grinding together
creating sparks
that dance to the ground.
It is the dissonance
of a chord on repeat
with no resolution
and the subwoofer
in a car on full blast
trying to mess with
the rhythms of my heart.

People that have it all think that
two halves make a whole
but I beg to differ.
I believe that
two haves make a hole.
Those that have it all
don't realize what they lack therefore
they have a hole.

My eyes scan your horizon
hoping that maybe
you'll stare right back.

Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?