Infatuation has risen
My mind is collapsing on itself
While I’m stuck in a prison cell
The sun burns and the sea is soothing
I’m letting it push me through the creek
If I was stronger I’d forget her
Though it seems that I’m still weak
How can my heart attach so quickly
To anything that touches it?
Aches and pains will be internal
As I work myself through all this
Once again, infatuated
Sexually manipulated
By myself (and her?)
Each time I check the guestbook to find no new messages, a fragment of my motivation dies.
