Plastic

I was a metaphor staining your lips 
a blueprint left for another time 
a chance parting in a place never met 
and I've solved all of the mysteries 
that left me dangling from your rope 
the secrets were a waste of me 
the anchors only temporary 
. 
I never told you 
Tuesdays always feel comfortable 
it is my favourite day to wake up in 
so I keep it for myself 
it's like being wrapped in velvet 
and I don't need anyone 
midnight is music and ice-cream 
. 
I never want to sleep before then 
and I forgot how lonely feels 
even though I am mostly alone 
I used to crave for what I imagined 
-was something else 
it wasn't terminal and I recovered