unattached;
the deadliest affliction
not connected
to anything,
anyone
not owning a reason,
to stay
to see a glimmer of hope
in your friend's smile
your father's words
your mother's hug
nothing
it wouldn't be worth it

hope expands in your lungs

as you catch sight

of the faint glow,

at the end

of a long channel

bursting forth you soar

running towards the unknown

in the blind faith;

the possibility

it could be better than what is

pain is carved into your face;

etched in the circles beneath your eyes;

drawn in the dampness of your cheeks;

inscribed into the depth of your eyes;

cut into the scars of your skin;

I want nothing more,

than to mold you

to take the clay of your skin,

and erase the marks of hurt

not quite deserving
the love I have been given
not quite
no, I cannot return it
for I am broken yet
I love thee
but
dare not risk,
my own emotions
my own heart
so easily broken
no
I must act, pretend, feign
to not care