When the ends of my sanity & my insanity met
when my sympathy, my agony, at war.
when in the midst of my peace, I found turbulence. & my hands, to my neck,
your fleeting existence shut.
So when I thought my heart didn't exactly exist, it broke, in the end.

Now, I detest the way you encroach onto my thoughts and torment me with your absence.

I do not understand why we call something that happened the past when it still haunts you every waking moment.

The ends of my sanity & my insanity meet.
My sympathy, my agony, at war
In the midst of my peace I find turbulence. & my hands are on my neck.
Your fleeting existence shut.
I thought my heart didn't exactly exist. but it's breaking, now.