• No more felicity, just pain
    No longer can we coalesce, for it’s over.
    The compass has broken.
    I feel trapped with the burden of forgetting,
    Which you add to, making me remember.
    I try to turn right, but you make me go left.
    But I finally break free…
    It’s November in Arizona and you know what?
    That means your back
    Tugging on a chain tied to my skin.
    The chain generously obliges and
    I fall under the pressure…
    To a space of nothingness
    Good good I think
    I’m sick of your problems
    They weigh me down like chains
    And now I’m off
    To the right I go
    For I have found my way home.