Cursed

Sometimes when I am with you,
I still feel like I'm alone,
I'm holding onto thin air.

The more I think of you,
The further apart we are
So I might as well not think anymore.

It's the dizzying act
Of trying to crawl away
When you are drugged,

It's the want and desire
Overwhelming the want
And desire to let go

It's a curse,
Because you are the cause,
And the cure.

Defense

My brain likes to make up excuses for you
Because it doesn't want to see me go through another heartbreak.

Gap

Afraid of sleep, afraid of dreams
Afraid of the silence before I fall asleep
Where I give into the allure
Of my endless workings of scenarios
That will never happen.