If I let you run along me, like two raindrops
Crossing paths on the condensation
On the icy pains,
Would you drop to earth
Like march rains
Would I only want for sunlight
To dry you
From my face.
Would you grow inside me
And fill this empty space
Or would we simply become one?
Or in the act of our colliding would I
Just come undone?

Cold touch no more love
Hatred bass in the voice
Silent treatment does no favors
Strength brings the weak
Pent up frustration goes on for too long
Too strong won't shed a tear
Show emotions be weak
What it takes to be or seen as human
Down and damaged disgusted faces
Past you by judging like that couldn't be them
In there moment of doubt
Minded your own kept out
Stupid ****** expressions
Getting rewarded didn't do right but given more

Feelings of being ******* over
Thoughts of betrayal can't get over
Abandonment feels like punishment
Unworthy of these righteous emotions
Hard to get through
keep the lies from coming true
Stand up to the opposers who turned their back
Taken lightly over skills
Underrated for pursing a career
Overlooked success by underachiever
Slipped over for the next never given a chance
Promised but not given proper treatment
Lies and delays shutdown interest
Cold and dark till it's over
Not sure what to say the day is ruined
Can't compromise neglect
Dishonest words get no respect
But see as a waste of time
Never cross paths in the future

For at least a week now,
shrivelled leaf-like globes
of heliotrope and platinum,
umbilical cords
caught on the top
of a lamppost's ***** finger,
jostling, huddled together
in the breeze
like players in a scrum.

I go past on the top deck,
see those wrinkled baubles
skirmish, wish to leave
and drift in mist
before rasping
with a whimper,
an out-of-breath splat
of colour caught
in some tree.