Perforations
Aren't the end
I wish I was
Not quite so final

I try to sleep
But I can't
Something's holding me back
And I just can't see what
You said something
I don't quite remember the words
But the sentiment remains
I am glad
Or possibly withdrawn

I'm undecided
As to the best
Course of action
You love me
And I wish that it were true

Distortion
And contortion
Through which I cannot see
If I can make myself out
I won't have made myself up.