serenaded by the terror of you

i'd write it all over the fields if that's what it takes to get you to notice.
"a dollar's a penny to you."
my fingertips are sore.
i'm not sure if that's from trying to type my feelings
or this new hobby i've picked up.
actually, i'm hoping it's more than a hobby.
kind of how i hope that sometimes you weren't a habit.
i'm not saying that's all that you are,
but you sure are hard to quit.
there's a picture of a smile on my face
it hasn't been real since we last spoke.
you're not realizing what it would take to sink this ship.
it's more than walking planks and pirates.
but it's less than what keeps me away from "us".
5am blues
but your green keeps you away.
only every other word begins to register.
in with the bad
out with the good
that's what it's come down to.
do you remember those words?

.xOx.