Please Just Get Out of My Head (I'm Begging You)
I don’t think you you happen to me like a fever I didn’t consent to but learned to live inside
You move into my thoughts without unpacking rearranging the furniture of my mind until nothing faces the door Every idea leads back to you a maze designed by someone who never wanted escape
I memorize your absence with the precision of a ritual Every gap you left behind becomes sacred something I circle daily so it doesn’t forget me
I tell myself this isn’t love Love has windows This is a locked room with your name carved into the walls deep enough to bleed dust
I borrow meaning from you your gestures, your silence the way you don’t look at me and stitch them into my days like stolen organs hoping they’ll keep me alive
Even when I close my eyes you remain not as a face but as pressure as weight as gravity that insists I revolve
If I ever let go I’m afraid there will be nothing left but the shape of my hands still curved as if holding you still aching for something that was never mine
