the world stopped today.
and you can't get out of bed.
locked in your room. on your bedroom floor, pondering fundamental thoughts so pure,
when god knows you're still lonely tonight.
you say you want love, but love doesn't want you.

dead star.

you could take off all your clothes.
your bracelets and all your glittery things.
he loved you, naked baby skin and bone.
it always confused you how
and now he's gone.
the silence he left is deafening.

the lights are on but there's nobody home.
the lights are off and there's no-one to hold.

it's been 6 weeks since you cared.
its' been 6 weeks since he's gone.

since he's been gone, since he's been gone
you said you found yourself,
but we know you're lying.
since he's been gone, we found your body washed up on the shore.
his tattoo was red/read raw.
we buried your head and read something,
"something by tolstoi".