Something to Beguile

Broken on the tile,

just something to beguile,

who is this entity

that lives within me?

Fell on the floor last night,

died a little bit inside,

don't know what's left but quiet.

Just quiet.

I see her appear when I walk through the door,

a sting so complex,

that I never want more.

I wouldn't fight,

there'd be no war

I'd just say, "kiss me,

until I can't breathe"

But at the same time,

I know she's not mine.

yeah, just at the same time,

I wish she was mine.

But I'm all mine.

And I'm sitting on my bed,

twirling my hair,

loving every second that I spent there.

Knowing it's over

and feeling the closure,

of not being wanted anymore.