Irrelevant

I latched onto you like a voice in the silence, the light in the darkness.

None if this is applicable any more,

but it's still here.

I will cut you out if it kills me,

I'm not even so sure what would remain.


I will never talk to you again,
not at a party, not when you're crying,
not at the bars, not in your car, not on the phone,
not when you send me a song, not when you string me along,
not when someone disappoints you not as much as I did,
not when I am compelled to, when the universe soaks me to the core with you.