5-9-16
Opposites attract, and I find myself gravitating towards your aura.
I don't know if we're of the same charge or if we are indeed opposite.
It clusters my head because the lines are blurred and as pathetic as it is, I was looking for something definite and clear.
But who the hell was i kidding?

You hang heavy in the air somewhere,
Filing my head with thoughts I meant to throw away.
I really did mean to dispose of you,
Drain every last ounce of you from me,
But I never got around to it so still, you're hidden beneath the blue of my veins.

I can't carve you out,
Make you leave.

To be honest here,
I miss missing you.
But I'd rather die than watch myself circle the drain for you,
Watch me carve at my veins for you.
- (m.m)