feeling a shake run through my skin
i'm not the person i once have been
she, she was just a dreamer
and, she, she was a believer
...
blood on the tip of my tongue,
said, 'once was love, twice was enough'
but i'm streaming down the hallway, he could see
my fingers tapping on the walls, as he leaves
...
if all i ever am is used
why do i need to contemplate my existence anymore
because i know i'm not as worth
to them
...
do you ever
run out of existence
like there isn't a thing
that could contain your excitement
...
am i over you?
it's getting trickier to understand as time goes now
sometimes you lift your pen up but hear no sound
you write letters until you remember, what's love?
...