it’s not you it’s me

I have spent a thousand hours deep inside my head

When I found you I was sleeping in someone else's bed

And the shapes begin to focus

After all these years

The broken shards were actually pieces

Of this picture fit together

Nobody sees the single layers

Form shells of all those substances

I find you lodged in between

Pressed like a flower to preserve

Your colors like the day you were saved

I look at you years later

And understand exactly what you mean.