Displacement

This world is so much noise.
As girls are girls, boys are boys.
This feeling eats away at my heart, preventing sleep.
As I spend long nights with eyes open in silent weep.

I cannot bear the pain much longer.
Although I know I cannot be any wronger.
We drew the lines of our terms in open, washed-out sand.
Craning our heads as we listen to our personal favorite band.

Dotting my eyes with the panacea of their red.
Thinking the very worst our feelings can dread.
Pulsing waves of nausea encircle my weary body.
When and why did our love become ever so shoddy?

I've no one but myself to fall back on in this dark time.
Hoping it won't be long until our plans once more intertwine.
The resounding words of revival are now a rarity.
So much that every night I'm unable to achieve absolute clarity.