when i had nothing i thought i needed you
i was lonely i just wanted to breathe with you
now that im okay i second guess you
convenience is confusing
im sorry i might have lied to you
now that im okay i dont think i need you
god has a funny way of healing me
i guess this time he used you
im sorry i might have lied to you
but i promise for a few minutes i did love you

I just want to hold her.
Sit with her through the night, have her fall asleep in my arms.
Watch her drift off with no more pain.
The world finally off of her shoulders.

I wish I could be the one to extract the black ink that runs in her veins.
I wish she’d look at me the way I look at her,
consumed by beauty.
I wish she’d let me make her happy.

But she doesn’t look at me that way.
And she never will.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.