You are scared of small talks
And I cannot hold your—or anyone else's—stare for more than ten seconds. With my mind pushing me from behind. Everytime I reach towards the moon
'You are not being enough'
And I shrivel back.
Because that's what I've been. That's exactly what I've been to the world. To you. To my family
And everyone who deserves something better than this lump of baby skin and smoldered taste, wrinkled hands and invisible space
That I've been reduced to
You laugh when i say I want to die, and then jump off of the ledge yourself
Tell me, tell me, tell me
(when the echoes become overwhelmingly bare)
How did you decide
That you were better off of without me. Or that we wouldn't make an interesting pair. My habits growing onto you like decaying fungi
Your anklets moving around the house like disappearing ghosts
And overbearing fears. That pushed me too far. Your mind, my mind, your hands, my hands. Everywhere
Till the craziness took hold of me
Delirium pushed, and you disappeared.