Taught and tight
this silver string sits...

Oh, tragic comedies,
over before they can start...

She stepped on your world
and she broke you down...

Little colored lights
dotting the world below...

Your avoidance is endearing,
so sweet you'd think of me...

Why can't I be an anchor?
Why can't I be strong...

Memories flood in
filling her reality...

When did this lamp's glow
become so yellow and so harsh...

Stillness of almost night,
a twilight of the ugly kind...

Oh, lovely spring rain,
realistic chill in the air...

Stronger than perceived to be,
even when she's a bleeding mess...

Sweet dreams burning through the air
can you taste them on your tongue...