analysis paralysis.

The chains
That bound me to you—rusted, shattered
You were the one
To drop them into the abyss
I get it now
But I do not go gently,
Dear miss

This all has been all hit and always miss.

Project
Your happiness into the vastness of the digital
All foxy-eyed, intent without a heart
Behind
That’s all it was
Sublime? No, sublimation

But in the digital,
There is no place to hide

So try
To live, to love just like you never could
The thought is torture, keeping me awake
We were just fine
I thought to build our Eden

But never realized you always were
The snake.