you always leave me alone.
taking another slip of my coffee.
running trying to not be involved,
in some kind of a love story.
can you tell me now it's my fault?
that i keep pushing you away,
& building up walls of glory
and ego.
can you coMe this tiMe and own me?
with a smile or a dance?
can you gather up your bravery
to save what's left of me?
can you touch these broken pieces,
as you break what's left of me?
can you burn down this soul?
as I take the last slip of my
tasteless coffee.