melancholia

depuis toujours
i said in my head
when people asked
how long i'd known you.

because thats how
it always felt, even when
it was all so brand new.
all that time ago.

and now a clock is passing
meaning i don't have the time
to be writing these lines,
you're going to be gone by morning.

there's no time to be delaying
on nostalgic teenage sayings
i've got to be finding coded answers
unlocking solutions to these

to these, to these what you idiot?
more rhyming shitty words
shave off some more corners
and cram that puzzle piece in.

forget it, you are no writer
you don't sing or dance or play.
you're the incentive they all push off from,
because they never want to end up this way.