What about when you're numb but tears are swelling in your gut? What about when you're flat on your back, unable to get back up? When everything is grey, but you've gotten used to it that way? On days when the sun is hotter than hell, but all you see is raining, life is draining, love is an evil spell. Why even bother trying to explain how your memory runs through my veins. I don't even try anymore, I just hush my sad little core. Wake up, wash my face, evade the mirror, I'm out the door, keeping up the pace.Go there, meet here, do this, do that. All the while looking around to see if you're wherever I'm at. Haven't seen you yet, and I bet, even if I did, it would be very short-lived. Because you're still so angry and I'm still unwilling to give.
