ManicWorld Magazine

You know every short corner that I walk,
Every single neighbour I know,
My moves throughout the seasons
I’m in spring, you remain in winter,
As I play with blue sage, you count broken branches,
You watch me for hours – catching glimpses,
As I’m catching trains, trying to view the mountains,
I made you my whole tapestry,
Now you aren’t even my rearview,
Yet I am the only reflection you see, just me,
I became your universe, now you’re my stalker,
Watching my life like a show on Netflix,
Remember when we had sex as it played in the background
Now just the sound of heavy breathes follow me
Good for you is all I can say about it,
Kidnap me, have a thousand photos – I don’t care,
You’ll never own my heart again,
Just my static picture in an old frame,
So keep pretending that you stand a chance
Behind that soft leather steering wheel
You are stuck in the lane of your own imagination.