i find myself

stuck, unable to go any further than

staring holes in the back of your

head, quite pathetic,

and of course now,

should even a hope for you and i still stand,

i'd be a paramour,

parallel, to that which i know

(they've told me) i know

you don't even want, you liar,

but that's exactly why you wouldn't want me, hell,

her hair is an even deeper shade of red

than mine

(even with this new dye).