I feel the comfortable numbness of my fingers,
As I softly touch the skin on my cold pale cheeks,
Wet recently by warm, salty tears.
I hear you laugh, and you’re happy.
I claw you down
And you cry for the pain I feel.
You suffer for my foolish, irrational ways.
I don’t know how I controlled you
I’ve snatched your laughter away.
With every mistake I surely must be learning,
But I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
And you’re still standing here chained to me.
I don’t know how no one told you for whom to unfold your love.
I don’t know how you were diverted,
You were inverted and no one alerted you.
I look at you now
I see the laughter that is sleeping,
And it’s why I’m still weeping.