trying with futile efforts to clean up this mess, to clean off your stain. everything i know is tainted by everything you are. ready to be over it. ready to be new, but you just won't let me be. really thats only half true. my duty has been fulfilled for the time being, so thank you for writing me off. of course i'll be here, i won't give up on you even after you've completely given up on me. its clear we belong like this.
thoughts are drifting to a new possibility.
your eyes are completely new. i've never known a shade so full
and i want to know what's going on behind them.
at the same time, i'd rather die than visit the end of the earth again. this storm is raging inside and out. i want something i don't have to doubt. true as the lines of your face. go ahead, tell me what you're thinking.