i'm retargent. that's serious.

this weather is making me all
crazy like...

I
You cried
And I tried to stop you
Holding my palms to your eyes
Trying to hide the evidence
II
We are set
In eachothers bones
We are mechanically
Attached
III
I look at your face
And I am afraid that
You will never love me
Your eyes filled
by distance
And the weight
Of the end of the world
Proud and frightened
You walk away