I know who you are.
It was years ago but
You haven’t changed. Took it
From me, when I was so
Lonely, and still
So worried. Copied
Phrases, words and
Phases. Left to work with
Rotten rigidity as imagination,
Instead of
Free-flowing thoughts. I
Think I recognise you; lost
Scope of true meaning and
Learnt to
Drown in reverse;
Filling your lungs up with air,
Making your mind fit to burst.
Tight. Constrained. Constricted.
You haven’t changed a bit. Everyone
Stays the same, ‘We all
Change, we all lie, we all
Remain sane’.
Lost out to time with your
Loose ends, forever depending on
Different versions of yourself to
Pull through and save you.
I really recognise you. Forever
Crossing out to
Re-do and re-do over (always
Delegating to some future self). Because
How is nothing equated to the
Overwhelming sense of
Analysing everything? Can she
See that you are
Killing yourself with
Two stones, because
The first was thrown in
Retaliation, and the second
Hit the target with the
Weight of experience.