Sweet suicide to the thought of you at my side
Or deep inside me
You know,
Your very favorite place to be
Where you can feel me whole
No questions asked
I caved for you every time
It’s as if you had some psychic hold on my mind
I needed you
And apparently
In some sick twisted fucked up way
I still do
But really I hope that’s not really true
For the sake of me
And my loved ones too
It would be best if possible
To forget about you.
- Dear Nay
2019 ©














