IF I COULD READ A MIND
No one has ever been successful without tricking themselves.
I don’t know how you did it but I wonder out of the both of us, who lost their mind?
I always used to think I’m crazy, but I realise you’re more on the brink of madness,
and out of reach, because your hand, it’s held by another sweet one,
her ego isn’t crushed, she probably doesn’t even know life is barely alive.
And it sucks I can’t read your mind,
because if I knew you hated me, at least I could laugh like four years ago,
when laughing was like breathing.
Now I just wake up to see if the sky is still above my head,
my mind explodes when I think the ground beneath is melting,
see my footsteps carved in molten lava, a colour Roman Red.
I used to write poems to sell my dreams for free.
Whatever I lost, I lost to the wind.
Singing nightmares away to the breaking dawn,
and wide awake I searched for my one lost dream.
I move and breathe and talk and sing and write and scream,
but somehow there are no words to describe chaos, oblivion eats my mind in one go.