My skin comes down in bits and peaces to become dust over all the reasons.
I couldn’t forgive, I failed to forget, I will have to rearrange.
I wish, I wish, I wish I find my love again
Every single memory is stored, just not sure how to access it, or where each one is stored.
The underlying sorrow roots, keep them, let them be part of you.
Get the fuck out of my head, you are not welcome here!
Let’s break the glass and see if you can finally perceive.
Do I need a cure or it’s just a new me?
Your words are spots of corrosion and I am cleaning them off.
The very worst of me has found the nourishing love.