He wasn’t looking when he put me on a shelf
I saw him try to drown my dreams
But I live in my nightmares
And I dwell in them,
So they died down long ago.
I suppose this is the part where I tell you I wish I never met him
Truth is I wish I met him when I was ready
At a time where I’d be the brick and he’d be the window pane
But now I don’t know if I’ve ever been as fragile as I think.
It’s just another thing over my head,
How can emptiness be so heavy?
This is amazing.
“How can emptiness be so heavy?”
Thank you 🙂