I only know how to exist when I'm wanted,
Blooming in my poison ivy,
A shade of grey the world never desired.
Escapism becomes my paramour,
Writing letters in the candlelight to myself,
Looking for a soul in the flame,
Only to feel the nothingness of the night.
The flame flickers with my sighs,
The question pounds my head,
Flashbacks of the night before,
The unwavering silhouette at my window.
I found solace in your sins,
While you maimed me in your ways.
My existence became your crisis,
While yours was the one I thanked the hardest.
