you don't deserve to speak
when i'm not listening to you
because my thoughts are elsewhere
when the blackness of my heart
dwells in the past moments of aching
you don't deserve someone like myself
who struggles to control patterns
thoughts of unquenchable fire
and i swear just one second i'll be done
could you repeat what you just said?
i'm sorry for the unsettled dialect
for this purpose i have wrecked
shattered windows, glass on the floor
the clock is wanting to ask for more
i'm sorry for my apathy
if you have at all noticed me
i have been weaving through
nothingness in my chest
please, forgive me.