Soul Whirling Somewhere How To Bury Yourself
my life's divided differently now. i've cut the way i see
things into sections of hours and days. sections between
the few times i still see you. sections between when my
heart breaks and i stop breathing. i fill the time
between seeing you by thinking about you. and i fill the
minutes that i see you thinking about how to get away.
and make this sadness go away. i've filled my whole self
with bittersweet... and nothing can confuse or take apart
your heart more. i'll never get out, will i? if you could
just fix this...
