Krushing

I know I’ve wasted and bought all your time,
dawdling and stalling, ignoring replies.
I couldn’t take all the white in your eyes,
screaming and pulling at all my insides.
I know you had nothing,
but I know that’s not why.
I’ll hold your head, blushing,
still reordering mine -
it’s real, oh it’s crushing,
two floors to my spine,
still new to the running.
I’ll go by your name if you go by mine,
(no one knows where)
all honours even in death and in time,
(can’t replace it)
don’t tell me still it was foreign to try,
(I’ve just been there)
suddenly taking a back seat a while.
Thank god it was nothing.
Just pull out the line,
the answer was something
we couldn’t supply.
All blessed by your gushing,
make us feel alright,
‘cus I knew what was coming.