i’m spinning in motions
in a dark twisted emotion
blaming the past on lust
instead of what it was
a darkness, a void
truth i sat too long to hold
like grips on my neck
nails on my back
and i’m spinning in motions
in a sad drunken position
happiness folds
to creases which cause you to skip
and i’m skipping on you
skipping past paths i clung to
happiness coexists with sadness
because happiness wouldn’t be
without a touch of sadness
as no truth exists without the depth
of what it is
like you and i
on steps which lead to a door i spun in
wheels of your car which we threw words
of hatred and aggression
and i wonder if wandering helped
the idea of something else
walking through corridors of doors
i couldn’t speak
languages which never made sense to me
your eyes on mine
your spin against mine
backdoors which stayed close
you left your clothes in the drawer
on the left side of the bed
they’re still there
although i’m no longer here
beside the bedside