its my fault

Your hand lies limp in mine.

It doesn't really mean much anymore, does it?

You've lost your charm. I've stopped trying.

I'm trying to listen to the words flowing out of your mouth but song lyrics are playing repeatedly in my head.


We both avoid an awkward moment of eye contact. All I see is the stale uniformity we have settled into.

Perhaps we are too afraid to let go of this thinning rope. Let's spend every second tearing it's threads.

We've grown vulnerable in our own skin, we need eachother. Not because of who we are. Because of who we've become.

We have turned into empty shells, relying on eachother for some sort of sanity, reassuring ourselves that everything will be okay.

We don't want to be alone.