you're in my

head, notwithstanding,

get out get out there's

not enough room in there

for you and your not-stripey-anymore jacket (which i miss),

what with all my jumbled words and

awkward thoughts and

stupid dreams,

and here i am,

throwing words overboard like once-precious cargo,

my mind is a sinking ship, my life,

and you're the anchor,

drag me down.