Man,
I wish you’d have left the door open. Instead you slammed it at my face. But I see it now, and I understand. It was always just me, wasn’t it?
I’m so delusional it’s preposterous, it makes me want to cry. What an idiot sandwich I am. Always been, guess always will be.
Oh, fuck me! Not even like that, not anymore. I’m not even telling you, I’m telling the universe.
I can’t take it — who I am. Not again, not anymore. So fucking dumb.
Too hyper — too hypersensitive. For what, for whom? Nothing, nobody. Me, myself and I — all there is. All there ever was, all there ever will be.
I hits me like a ton of bricks. And I wish I could say it’s the first time. But it’s not. I do this to myself — hurt myself, break my own heart. Foolish, hopeless — romantic.
Lost in a world not made for me. Unfit, unwilling.
I used to love silence — until it came from you.