Fixated by your existence I use you
as a benchmark for anyone new I meet.
It’s bit too much obsession I know
‘cause connections always take time to materialize.
But I’m a little harsh when it comes to compromises,
like a mountain I stand, my hands stretched, in my own path,
demanding that I drop the weight off my shoulder
or go home.
So, I go home
with my elephant heart.
I know I must cut the threads I keep pulling
in hopes they’ll pull you back to me,
but I tell myself to wait a little longer
on the same old love.
And when I slip in our bed, I cry, I masturbate
and fall asleep.