I can’t make you happy with the words of my thoughts
I can’t pick up the pieces when your life is falling apart
I can’t write you bright poems to bring you sun where there is rain
I am running low on positive words to form optimistic sentences
My mind is filling with negative words forming pessimistic sentences
I have nothing left to take from me and give to you
You have already taken everything that I have everything that I am
And still I ask you to love me begging for something
How greedy I think of myself asking for so much
when I have nothing left to give to you
