Contemplation

The Haunted Garden Of Your Soul

I wished too hard for something that wasn't there.

You're Not the one and I'm sorry.

I can feel your pain but what made us work isn't there.

It never was.

You are ice and I'm fire.

And too you the other way around.

Get to close and I'll melt you into a pool of tears.

I don't mean to be hateful.

You find reasons to argue everyday and I find none.

I think of the world with color and you tell me how black it is even with us both in it.

You're sad every second and I can't stop it from building up.

I can't stay beside you and stack the reasons why the earth isn't meant for you because the later I leave the more pain that grows and the harder it is to kill the weeds that collect in the haunted garden you call your soul.