So many thoughts running through my mind. Writing is the only thing that’s keeping me alive. Because waiting on you is dying a slow, miserable death. Suffocated by stuff we created|Love imitated by lust Fears outside my body|Solely naked Hiding behind only the lies I told myself for why you haven’t called. Never fall for a poet.
I bared it all to you Stripped myself down to only my vulnerability Trusting the sweetness that came from your lips I gave you all of me and you still went in search of more I opened up myself for you to explore
I wrote a thousand lines for you Tried to make you my love song But you’re not my love story You’re the lyric to an escapable melody I can tell you how many minutes went by that I said your name It was 10,080 I only stopped counting after the last time you disappeared