Get me out of here.

Long hair.

My hair is growing long again.
How so long it's been
since we were ever friends.
When I cut it short,
I was cutting you out.
My hair, that is, stuffed it down your mouth.
I can't help but laugh
at the fool you're making of yourself.
I suppose I shouldn't take pleasure
in such a scene of disaster,
but I can't help it.
I tried to help;
tried to help for a long, long time.
It wasn't your heart, but mine
that unraveled like limp twine.
I saw your heart of stone;
saw it when your hands wrapped around my throat.
Your hands, so deathly cold.
My hands are warm now.
And I'm not exactly sure how
this happened or that, but it did
and it was more than I should have ever allowed.
Now, I will be dancing more days than none,
and if you ever think of all you've done,
know that I am nobody, and nobody won.

Release what you cannot control.

Hold dear what you can, but not too tight.

Love is bigger than hate.

Know when to just say goodnight and end the day.

You're a ghost.

You don't exist.

You're a ghost.

You don't exist.

Though you are feeling weaker, you are becoming stronger.