what is here and where is now

we were trapped in there for so long that the hand on the clock forgot the direction it was going

that still sameness, over and over

that void, our voids, never being filled, and i tried

to cover them with beautiful things but the walls screamed

“lies, you’re lying, you are not in love and you never will be”

i formed habits i never had, sleeping pills and 42 proof

i just wanted to close my eyes for a while

i just wanted to be held for a while

i never knew what you really felt like, a piece of glass between us

so many times i broke through, but i always paid the price

my fingers bled and you’d build it up again

so i grew comfortable on the other side

we have been ghosts floating next to each other in here for eternity,

but each too immersed in our own death, to notice