The absence of your second half stalls you,
Your gears screech to a halt
As you cry raindrops into your worn pillow
And await a day that they'll return.

They've left you for another life,
Perhaps it'll be warmer.

You know what I hate?
Somebody cutting you off
from finishing your

I don't know what to say at this point, what to do, I'm so conflicted
Distant at this point my eyes and soul aren't very different
You don't get to critize me if you can't even let me in
Yet you talk about your future as if living's a sin
You're probably more organized than me so, explain as best you can
If you've got time to spare then I'll let you understand
I mean for someone I consider a friend who gives a ****
I'm willing to talk if you stop heeding each command

there was a time before we fell
into this ravine where we are now,
when i reminded myself to know
my boundaries. to recall that i've been
broken enough before to gamble my heart again.
to think things through before i spit them out
of my mouth. i can still remember that i never
wanted you the way that i do now.
i never intended to.
all i wanted was to ***** your monochromatic heart
and feel you bleed sweet technicolor lies and lullabies.
but now, where are we now?
i chased after you, bleeding yourself dry you told me
without turning your head, that you're through with me.
that you're done trying to make me feel sunshine and
sunflowers within me when i'm unhappy.
so i stopped running.
and i watched you go as you carried with one hand
your heart and its veins drenched in black and white.

they told me
i was different
and i used to think
it was a good thing
but as i grew up
i realised
people don't appreciate
eccentricity
at all