I'm disillusioned.
I don't know where to turn
Or who to love.
Or whether to even try to love at all.
Because if I don't try then I can't fall.
I'm tired of baring my heart
Only to have it pecked away by vultures.
I deserve to be cared for...
I will not be pacified by mediocrity.
Just remember, he says, you are the one who wouldnt hear me out.
Oh I remember.
And I remember the way you looked at me.
And I remember that it was you who asked me to leave.
And I will not return uninvited.
I grow weary of this game.
It is time to look to life.
It is time to look to my passion that you did not share,
Let alone encourage or respect.
I have such a subtle way of blinding myself to life.
I tie the soft supple velvet of happiness over my eyes and I am content.
Everytime it is the same.
The past blends together in bloodshot smears of red and black
Covering the walls of my mind.
Only the tears can wash it away.
I let them flow.