Look don't be afraid

the mirror captured the time

unmasking your thoughts

And sometimes I wished,
I could burn my memories of you,
and glaze my canvas with the ashes- grey no hues

Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.