Nameless

We both wan to leave and run from the chaos of each other.
I get that. I get you.

I called you.
After my friends told me I'm more depressed with you than happy.
Stupid interventions.

You said you'd never forget a single second. You'd never stop being in love with me.
You'll never be able to be just friends.

Then you got mad at me,
A friend took the phone from me and told you I was depressed all because of you and I'd only be your friend if your not a whore. You hung up.

Now there's no option left for me. Just spend three quiet months empty.
Because everyone got it wrong.
Everyone doesn't know how around people I'm filled with air.
Around you I'm over flowing with legit joy.
Around no one, not one half of an atom lurks my system.

I want to fall away or act out aggressively.

Oh why'd you hang up?
I'm more than nothing now.
I'll just...I don't know.

 I just have art left. I guess.