It’s been twelve minutes since midnight,
And I haven’t blinked once,
Every time I try to go void, it’s like
My own heart tries to betray me and
Pulls me back into this hot mess.
But do you realize, that in these twelve minutes of midnight,
I’ve gone through the last 12 months probably
A hundred times,
I’ve sighed at all the good parts, and
Cut out the times that you went dark,
From my memory, which betrays me,
Every time that I even think of how wrong you were,
It clings to the first time I had your arms around me,
And felt what I felt what I was never going to feel.
I try to come around, to this world seeming so gray, and
Monstrous truths and bitter lies, but my
Mind plays tricks, and traps me into its own doom.
It’s like I see the way out of this, but I won’t even take my first step.
I see that this had to end the way it did,
But I would go through it again, just for
The briefest of times with you.