manufactured insouciant Meet me in a vast expanse of nothing Where all we have is each other And the thoughts we try to avoid I need you here as my anchor The sensory deprivation Providing my body the power of flight Taken up by a tornado of fear I wish i had made better choices Allowed myself to live for my needs But all that time is lost And my body isn’t ready to forgive I would forget my mistaken wants An identity I manufactured And loves that filled only empty spaces If it were possible I’m left with pieces to broken toys None of them able to fit together To make a whole Just memories of things that didn’t work out I hope i get it right this time But right now All i can do Is hold on to you 230710 what's it to you? who go blather from