I want to write about you
I don’t want to push you out of my mind
because when I wake up
you’re waiting expectantly inside the first car
in my train of thought.
Pushing into every song I listen to,
every city where I walk the streets,
every bond I weave,
every mountain where I wish I had a hand to hold.
I want to sing about you
but I can’t find a melody
that will reach you through a thousand miles.
I hate everything about you,
I can’t get enough.
I would choose you every time
but I’m not sure how much good there is in that,
I don’t want to touch you
through the bitterness
because I know you don’t miss me enough
to make it worth it.
You didn’t miss me enough
to say goodbye.
I hate writing about you,
I hate that I can’t let you go,
especially when talking and singing and writing
won’t matter anyway
You’re untouchable, in a different world.