Monotone

Monotone Feb 2021

A few words.
nothing much.

A few phrases,
really, irrelevant.

But, the moment you leave them out,
my whole world starts quaking.

I'm sobbing in the corner,
and you realize nothing.

"I love you," you so rarely say.
And everytime, I can't help but to think, "do you?"

Monotone Feb 2021

limb by limb

I received your letter today,
but it was impersonal and cold.
There was no I love you, or 'babe,'
It feels as though you're pushing me out.
You're shoving me away,
pushing me into the deep, unkind sea.
It tears me apart, limb by limb,
and my soul simply breaks.

I wish you could see precisely what you're doing to me.

Monotone Feb 2021

Once Again...

If I once again gave you my everything,
would you leave me behind silently screaming?

Monotone Feb 2021

Happy Valentines Day

Happy Valentines Day to those who are alone,
wishing and wanting for someone to be there.

Happy Valentines Day to those who are happy,
even if I'm not, because I'm glad someone is.

Happy Valentines Day to those who hate me,
because, hey, at least you are sure of something.

Happy Valentines Day to those who have hurt me
given me bad memories, as well as some good ones along the way

Happy Valentines Day to all,
because I want everyone to have a Happy Valentines Day.

Monotone Feb 2021

My Thoughts Exactly.

One: *******.
Two: I'm stupid.
Three: Can we end this?

Monotone Feb 2021

awaiting an answer from you

What do I do if I'm stuck on a ledge?
Should I let go and succumb to the void within?
I cannot keep standing on this ledge forever,
it'll only lead to another devastating end.

Or do I take another route?
Attempt to climb down with shaky legs and slippery hands?
A little piece of me thinks it would be easier to choose to fall,
rather than to try and survive and still have everything go wrong.

So what do I do?
I'm stuck on this ledge,
awaiting an answer from you, my friend.

Monotone Feb 2021

I may be breathing, but...

I may be breathing, but I'm not alive.
I'm a puppet, strings controlled by an invisible hand.
I'm told where to go, what to say, how to act,
but I'm far from being alive.
I have no real thoughts,
and I feel no happy emotions.

I may be breathing, but I'm not alive.
I've given away my control-
to someone who won't throw me off a ledge.
but I'm far from being alive.
Every day I sway near the edge of a cliff,
and my puppeteer yanks my strings away again.

I may be breathing, but I'm not alive.