The kitchen is empty much like my heart.
The days seem so long, all a dream’s width apart.
I contemplate all things unseen, I ponder your smile, and what it means.
Change my name, then love me back,
Heart ache’s a symptom, while you’re a heart attack.
They glance at me “She’s a waste of time.”
I spiral from thinking, even cursing in rhyme.
You show me disinterest, I envy the dead,
I sit in this kitchen empty thoughts in my head.