Distance is relative
A fold in the map
Connecting the scars
A “V” in my arms
A phrase turned inside out
Distance is relative
A line between stars an inch in the sky, the blink of an eye
A forgotten name replaced
A wave goodbye
This is me, incomplete
At the first sign of light
The desert’s so desolate you can get lost
Been out digging graves most of the night, but she says that’s all behind
This is me, incomplete at the first sign of light
A song just out of tune, but the melody’s all right
All of these pages stuck between stages of a soft suicide
You’re sleeping next to me, I’m trying not to breathe
Pretend I’m anything but like me, incomplete