My head is filled with balloons
My flowers grow upside down
The trees are starting to sprout
In my legs
My toes are filled with chilled metal
The weigh me down
I'm glad I have my metal toes
Because sometimes the balloons in my head
Bring me much too high in the air

I tried to fit the pieces together
As though love was a ******* puzzle
I begged you to stay
I had figured out the puzzle
The only problem is
Love is not a stupid game
There are no pieces to match together
I had thought too hard
I had loved too much
Was it really even love

Well
****
It must have been
Because it's been over a year
And I'm still not
Entirely
Over
You

I want to go back to the time
When whiskey flamed my taste buds
When darkness was all I was
And all I had were cigarette butts
I want to go back
To the blackest of days
When all was wrong
And my thoughts were astray

It's 2 in the morning
Raining
And I am tattooing
Your name across my chest
Obsessions
Call it what you will
Perhaps a hunger
For something deeper
Than human intellect
Can achieve