clearheaded

heard a knock on the other side,
you kept yourself in.
you discovered how to live,
i couldn't feel real without someone like you.
i gave you an ugly painting and hung myself with it.
I tried to describe the sensation behind it, but I couldn't search hard enough,
until you left.

Real pain,
intertwined with impure
dispositions.
c l e a r l y falling into,
wrong timing.

so you kept yourself in,
you kept listening,
and i kept disappearing from within,
vanished as soon as you did,
yet my words,
heavier than the temperature of my cold heart.