i guess i should feel bitter
because you broke my heart and such
but i just can’t make me do it
i love you just too much

i got just what i wanted,
an answer and some peace
but the answer wasn’t the one i wanted
and who needs peace when there’s still
empty spaces to be filled

i am so sad and i was so alone
and then you came in and made that even worse
and i’m sorry to myself for doing this so close to christmas
because now i just want to die

let my cry over expressionism
and existentialism
so at least i can say that these tears aren’t for you

i am trapped in the planes
of untitled, 1969 in black and grey
i am trapped in the dead and nothing
and the void that my heart has become
but i still feel your presence