“Your laugh
Is the second best
Sound I've ever heard.”
“What's the first?”
“Hearing you say
You love me, too.”

I'm not broken
I'm heavy and sad and scared
I'm not a puzzle that need to be put back together or fixed
I'm ill not injured with metallic limbs
I can't even get up in the morning
And the more I remember
The harder it is to stand
And by god it hurts to be me

I can't stand you
And the way you make me ache
At three in the morning
When I long for your whispers
And a shot of novacaine
To my heart
From where it pains me to hear the words
Or to think that I'm nothing more then Idle
And Stupid
When the clock strikes four the acid in my veins is all too much to bare
And the creaking in my bones is the echo of your heart beat