a glorious kind of play

there is a void in my heart

and i've always known you wouldn't fill it.

and i'm trying to jam you in there anyway.

and i'm doing a bad job of it.

and you... you are blissfully unaware. or at the very least, trying to avert your eyes. but the moment's gone

and i hardly ever see you anymore.

and i long for you

and a million other things

and it isn't good for my heart.