lyrical and i'm aching for you

the dull throb again, that's new. (re-newed) my hipbones and teeth. i could stop sleeping to understand, start crying, start staring, stop playing, stop eating, anything to understand. but i still wont. (i already tried it once and what a mess)

i need to stop thinking. and now i remember that thinking equals feeling and i didnt want to feel so i tried to stop thinking and look how that turned out, and now you're the mess but only inside and in your hair, when i really look i can see it and i ignored it for 

but stop. 

you're thinking again.  

shut it off because it's not worth it right?

and to think i always thought you were being figurative and poetic.