Sunday, 17 September 2017

Stockholm Syndrome

I just tried
Tried to climb
Climb over
Over the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces of me
Me and you
You don't care
Care doesn't exist
Exist in your world
Your world filled
Filled with pain
Pain and sex
Sex without love
Love the thing I thought we had
Had between us
Us no longer exists

It's just me
Me alone
Alone on this side
Side of the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces that don't exist

So I sit and wish
Wish and hope
Hope that if I wish hard
Hard enough that you
You might return
Return to me
Me alone
Alone on this side


This side of the bridge

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