Arrow Root in My Veins.

"If I had a boat, I would sail to you. Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true."

What do you do when
your tears are so thick,
you can't even cry them?
And your phone is so heavy,
you can't pick it up?
What do you do when
your solid heart becomes
opaque, and shimmers like a mirage
in the hot desert sun?
What do you do when,
no matter how many detox drinks
you drink,
that pit stays in your gut and won't
leave you alone?
What do you do when
the only people you can
ask for help are
Fleetwood Mac,
and all they do is throw
your questions right back to you?
(Oh, mirror in the sky,
what is love?)
What do you do when
you don't know what to do,
or how to do it?
What to say,
or how to say it?
Tell me what to do when
sorry isn't enough,
and the man at the desk is still
empty-handed.

I haven't seen Vanessa in too long.