I feel like a slave to this lonely beat
The one I keep playing, a tune on repeat...
Killed me with a fantasy
That clearly wouldn't ever be...
And so, today we ended up
Splitting the rainbow in half...
When I had no tears left to cry
My particles disappeared into the air...
The cover looked appealing
Albeit the spine slightly cracked...
I really am so sorry
How perfect it would be...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
If I remembered the way it sounded…
The drum of your heartbeat against your chest...
Where are you now, my little one,
And are you resting comfortably...
I put myself in a little box
one that shuts...
Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...
Occasionally,
I take a different route...