Jaded by the thoughts of you. Consuming my mind, my heart and my soul.
Killing me with each breath. I tell me myself this shouldn’t happen again.
Leave me alone I say, but you always find a way back in.
Meaningless is all we are to each other.
No matter how much we say those words to each other, it doesn’t even matter.
Odd is only one way to describe our relationship. But no one will understand it except you and I. Odd the dictionary definition of odd means different from what is usually expected, strange. Which is exactly what we are. I could also say fucked up, but some people might think saying that is too vulgar. Using complicated would be too simple of a word to describe us. Odd cuts it but complicated does not. Complicated makes us sound generic. We are not generic, we are different which also makes it frustrating. Tearing myself apart over a meaningless name, title, game.
Push your hair back, pull my hair. Look into my eyes.
Questions of love or is this lust?
Replaying back the times we shared, was it real?
Stuck on a thought that was once important, now it’s gone away.
Tell me what you want.
Understand what I’m trying to say.
Velvet dress dropped on the floor.
What was the point of all of this? Wasted time, wasted effort, wasted energy.
Xanies and a 40oz?
Zip me up.
Alone is where we both stand.
Back to where we started.
Circle goes back around and around.
Don’t lie to me, don’t lie to yourself.
Everything has an end.
Get away from me. I don’t need you. I don’t want you.
Hate you. Hate me. Hate.
I need a break, I need to rest.