I mean, what happened?
Am I too strange for all your guns? Too shunned?
Am I a deaf note line?
In your instruments all tuned fine?
When did this happen?
Parting ways even before we collided?
This brief a meeting, done forlorn?
Leaving my heartless soul longing?
I can write about how you made me feel
All night and all along in reels
But as always the rule, too scared to be vulnerable
I'm , and neither anyone, is capable
To cup all the emotions you offer
Overwhelmed with all the butterfly forbearer
I left you behind, in the pages of my lifeless skin
But that aura, tangled mess of yours, gravitate in
You, conflicted as a queen, but did shy away
Why? Ask I, hoping a lie
But the truth, very dry, peeked up high
You do not, it said, feel the same high
As I do, when I think of you
And as much as I respect that
And try to untangle myself from that
I roll in deeper in your spiral of roots
And maybe one day, I'll see your forever fruits