I would hope that your heart festers in you
Necrotic like the dreams that died in me
That you never sleep because you cannot forget
I hope that your footsteps too are heavy

I hate coming to write all this
Because I need this poison in me to go
Bitter bile it sits in my chest
Coming from somewhere deep below

I would take all the blame
Of a thousand lifetimes wasted on you
Yet here I sit, rotting in the sun
Trying to resolve that which is true

This way, that way, under and over
Down, up, let’s do it all again
Rinse, repeat, a little more insight
And I’m still where I was back then