You burned me, memory and all
stuck.
I cant get you out of my head
luring me in with raspy whispers I've never heard.
You're half figment of imagining
and I can't stop grabbing
for thoughts of your touch,
But I've never felt your fingertips.
I want to hold you and tell you its okay,
everything will be okay.
And I'll tell you and I'll tell myself
because my world has never spun this fast.
I can't buckle my seat belt,
it won't save me now.
I need grit and iron and a dose of pride
but I've lost my medicine.
A spoonful of sugar washes out the taste,
but only for a minute.