Tablescrap

Notebook
 Scrapbook
 Somehow I've misplaced you
 You were a scratch on a paper, ink and a voice
 Not meant to look back at me
 The something or someone played a joke
 Put on a twisted show
 And there we were
 I remember just listening,
 Looking up to a fantasy
 Til the day it was right in front of me
 Now it's ruined, now it looks like tablescraps and nothing else
 It kills me to think about all the things
 I threw around while hiding
 My nature is and always has been that of a pill-bug
 When someone gets too close
 I now can see how you saw me when I couldn't see myself
 But there we were
 I remember just listening,
 looking up to a fantasy
 Til the day it was right in front of me
 Now it's ruined, now it looks like tablescraps...
 I don't think that I really wanted any of it
 But before I could understand anything that was happening
 So quickly, the bottle, the squinting
 I could not undo the knots of an undeveloped mouth
 ...On the way back from the island,
 The turbulence hinted at no end
 All I got, I barely saw...
 Now I've finally tied it up with no regrets
 But I remember... just listening,
 Looking up to a fantasy
 Til the day it was right in front of me
 Now it's ruined, now it looks like tablescraps and nothing else
 Now it looks like tablescraps
 All that's left are tablescraps
 All that's left are tablescraps
 Tablescraps and nothing else