x + you =

you only know a second-hand love,
worn out, tired obsession
apathy and her face you can never touch
she touches you
so isn't it her fault?
she never wears blue anymore,
but you still want to kiss her
you think of pinning her down,
pushing every part of her against the bricks
covering all of her with you, you, you
you are not the important thing in this equation
in this equation, we never get past the =