my eyes dig at your skin like daggers
piercing away at your soul
chipping away like pick axe to stone
who once was unknown
now plagues our union, our home
am I worthy the words to describe?
am I worthy the right to cry?
unable to bring myself to ask why
fact is fact, set in stone
though I can't help but feel alone.
right by me you reside
but emptiness infects me
though i look into your eyes.
sheer nothingness
a confused feeling comes from this
a glimmer, a tinge of more
both faint, and brimmed with abhor
lacing the wetness of my eye
and I can't help but wonder why.
it triumphs my heart
though broken by speech
I can't forget what you mean to me, unfortunately.
Fury still brims the pot
Regretfulness of every beautiful thought
I'm not what you expected.
Nothing about me can be ideal
For someone who's used to something real.
In the flesh your love remains
Even though my mind reminisces
What could and should be,
overflowing with shame.
Stood still like a pot boiled over,
you wait solemnly for my cold shoulder.
I wait.
For anything, SOMEthing.
Anything better than this.
