Vertigo

I hate endings like I hate the hangnails on my every finger

Like I hate the way he looks at here with a sadistic Cheshire smile

And this night feels a bit empty 

Not only because the incongruences in word and action have let me fallow

But because my shoes don't have feet to put in them

And my socks try to comfort them but they're lonely just the same 

The solace found in pen and ink is intoxicating 

I'm addicted and the flow is coming to stop 

Eventually this dependent body is going to give 

And I am sorry but you can't help 

Because you never could

This ending is scary 

It's staying up laying in bed for two hours scary 

It's veering into oncoming traffic scary

It's white knuckles 

It's my dog listening 

It's me losing hair scary 

But I'm 17 

I shouldn't be bald

So if you all might stick around a while longer

Just for me 

I might not become so estranged to normality

And when she dies

I will die too

Because she was a great dancer 

And little did I know 

She was wrapping a rope around my heart the whole time