My copious thoughts of darkness and dread,
due to memories of you filling my head.
The more I cry out the more you don't hear.
without you my days are built out of fear.
Faults Of Love
She flows like a river through
my mind yet, she never stays
current. I ask myself why; then
question why this question I ask
The undesirable outcome I've completely missed,
not near a fairy tale sealed with a kiss.
The person I realized I wanted to be,
to me no longer seems within reach.
I Didn'T Know
My days began as night it seemed,
a dark identity engulfed in a dream.
My feelings collecting until non-existing,
facial expression lacking despair,
If nothing had is nothing needed,
why is something wanted seen as greed?
Do we deceive our minds to avoid getting hurt
because we know the relationship will never work?