You're left in awe
of the majesty of it all
But I'm just a craterous soul
a gigantic gaping hole
In remain from projectiles before
A knowing eye will abhor.

I didn't want you to see me like this...
still crippled from the fall,
I haven't bothered to put myself back together
thinking that you were far away
and nobody but me saw my shame
I was still a crumpled, broken mass in bedsheets
when you saw me laying there
it was obviously too much to bear
I'm sorry I had to share
I thought maybe you'd care...

You're not the same person you were seven years ago
And neither am I

I wrote you a little letter, it starts with "P.S *******!", so messed up about it I preface with postscripts.

It's chokingly apparent.
My breath was stolen
And my chest will neither rise nor fall

Easily done with a gaze
My head was sent for a daze
I feel both everything and nothing at all

I didn't know which were steps or missteps
If we were going forwards or back where we came
the only direction I know now
was that I was spun around

You can't undo it.
No, you can't go back
Let's just pretend
That we're on the right track

So she danced like the world was going out of style,

and in her mind, it was.

it was the beginning of some ending of just the perfect story,

and falling away into the vibrations was her only recourse

to close the chapter and transition into the next

the happy blurr of sound and motion

white noise tingling up her spine

pains fading into a pleasurable numbness

there is nothing left but the bass and the beat

the sway of  bodies and the shuffle of feet