This place in my head
reserved for you
is getting crowded
with other thoughts
I told you before
when I fill in the blanks
(more) I always use black
it wasn't a warning,
not a threat of any kind
just a statement of fact,
your implied intentions are losing their intended impact
and turning me to stone
something is getting lost in the translation
and there's frost beginning to coat my fire
perhaps it's for the best
the sum of me can be overwhelming
and contrary to what you believe
you aren't strong enough to handle me
your lies of omission are obvious to even the most blind
and your predictability in these matters
has been played out time and time again
it is what it is has become your mantra
and while you proudly portray yourself as real
it really isn't so
I wish I could believe you and God knows I've tried
but the sad truth is
you are as fake as the color of my hair
shiny and pretty
just like you(less)
I've got to get out of here.
Its 2:15 in the morning and I'm sitting on a couch in the house I grew up in.
Its weird, this is the first time I've ever used that phrase.
Its almost melancholic, certainly sad, and, I think, irrevocably true..
I wan(more)t to go back. Back to where I should be right now.
Back to my own life.
The confines of this house,
Push down on my chest
Take me back, I need to get out of here.
I need to get back to There.(less)