Guitar hums, solemnly come
Slumping over my bed
In the evening mist
I look out to you,
Though you are forever indifferent
Know that I've left some clues for you
If you ever choose
To come back
The most lonely of days
When bodies ache of nothingness
We must hold onto the furniture
Unable to stand with weak legs
And tread back to sleep
Slowly and unwillingly
I'll let the sadness wash over
Like a rusted old bike,
I am left unused
So in my letters I write
Words and words
Without your name,
Because you know I'm scared
To let you find me,
Yet I also wait patiently
For when you do
And I said no don't think
Don't think about you
It's toxic, my mind is toxic
You filthy girl, I said
Don't you know your own greed?
Stay within your boundaries
This dream too sweet
Unreachable by my
Dying hands
Monday already,
I don't wanna go
So today, my will for you
Has faded ever so slightly
Because now I can't waste any thought
Because thinking of you is painful
So, I beg myself to stop,
Stop pushing that old, rusted bike
And let it rest
Light taps, on the drums
Against my sides, my ankles
Curled up in curtains of memories
I let myself forget you
Though time has passed so quickly
Know that I might remember you again
If you ever choose
To come back
