Some days
I don’t know that you exist,
On others I don’t even really care.
Some days
I want to slit my wrist,
But I fear I’ll find but emptiness in there.
On so many days
I’m simply lost inside my brain,
Or inside the parts that might remain
If you cut me all apart,
Awareness and an aching heart.

But some days
I cannot unremember,
For the sun becomes an ember
When compared to you.
Some days
All that will exist
Are the parts of you I’ve kissed,
So at least I will have all of you.

Some days
You’re my everything.
Some days.