Poetry: Old Glue

I lied
You are in my eyes,
held up by bleeding skies

Gold girl not for the taking
and I lay here faking
Pretending you're not breaking

by the red drink on my hands
It's okay
I'm okay
But, you're the one that understands

Everything I say to you
is held together by old glue

Can't think straight
Can't finish this
She is my bliss

I'm okay
Is it okay
that I don't want to be okay today?