This

"With(out) You

And I only find interest in those pained, those engrossed, and those tarnished. For you expressed your detached soul and I held onto the moment for hours after. This isn't even about you, anymore, and I'm selling the best of what's left for a fraction of the cost it will never amount to. Yet you'll remind me in the alleyways and I'll catch your gaze from the depths of the gutter, and I can't even tell who's sneaking around anymore. I refuse to keep track and lose every opportunity to prove myself to all that stands against. For if I look too long at your averted glance, I'll break in half and pray you spare a look. The closest thing to mourning. Me."