On those nights when lonely invited himself into my home, and not even the tv could entertain me, you sneakily joined him.
You two worked your mischief, you found the water faucets in my eyes and opened them with the intention to create a flood.
You moved on to grab the ropes of our memories and you tied them so tightly around my neck, that I can now say that I know what it feels like to almost die from asphyxia.
After being soaked in the flood of tears and breathless from the memories of what we once were, you continued without mercy.
You replayed our love on the screen of my brain, and somehow you managed to make it HD TV. The type of HD where you feel as if you were right in the scene.
You showed me how well your hands knew there way around my body…
As if you had mapped it out so meticulously,
you took care to climb all the mountains and visit each valley.
You swam through my oceans
And at one point, you were the explorer I had never allowed myself to be.
You saw the parts of me that not even I had enough courage to walk through.
As you hold me down with the intention of murder, I kind of still want you.
If this isn’t fucked Up, then I don’t know what is.
I just hope that you and lonely get bored or at least tired, find your way to the front door, and never remember my address.
For Fears 