Slipping (first draft)

Fuck the day's responsibilities. I just want to write. Here's the newest, freshest thing I have.


Spent a year in regression
I'm sick of this mutual obsession
locked in your bedroom,
I spent too many nights
fearing for your fragile life.

Kiss me, kiss me, tell me anything
kiss me, kill me, I'm waking from a dream
of what I thought
used to be.

You could say a million things
quell a million false dreams
but you say nothing
you never would say a thing.

I'm a checkerboard, I'm a puzzle piece
you're a lazy hand, a mind spent on dreams
but you never once tried to face
this inopportune reality.

I'm a string on the guitar
you never learned to play.
I'm the rope you could never jump
but instead just let swing and sway.

Replace me, but I'm not lost
Replace me, but it's a large cost

You stamped out the last sparks
left in me
half a decade spent in absence
but you said you'd be there, instead.

Tonight, I'd rather you be dead.
Tonight, I'd rather you be in someone else's head.
Tonight, I'm not the books I've read.
Tonight, I'm not sleeping, but slipping, instead.