I feel myself disappear
Because anywhere I want to be right now isn’t anywhere near
Yet I know this contradiction.


My hands grace their skin, and let them know they are not alone.
My eyes shine so bright, to give them never-ending hope.
My legs curl around you, to comfort you and pull you close.
My voice speaks so softly, that I don’t realize at once
I hush you to sleep, and let you feel known.
And as your eyelids sink, I begin to weep on my own.

Have I tried to rethink my actions?
Where are you?
Have I tried to see what I did wrong?
Where have you gone?
Should I have never come here?
Where are you...
Or was it like this all along...
Where the fuck did you go?


I HATE THE BASTARD CALLED BUSH.

 
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