you think you’re sick of my being depressed?
seriously, just get the fuck over it
you wanted into my mind
you heard all the disclaimers
it isn’t my fault
that you’re unable to cope

is this what i’m reduced to now?
just another stressor?
just another thing in your life to worry about?
if i weren’t so in love with you i would be able to let it go

what does this mean for our plans
what does this mean for our future
what does this mean for our dinner theatre
what does this mean for our apartment
what does this mean for our elopement

what does this mean for me?
what does this mean for my sanity?

my tears are falling
into negative space
because you’ve pulled your shoulder out from under me
and i’m levitating on the shoulder of nothingness
and it’s only a short while before i fall