the birds chirp in the distance
the sun glows bright
in the cerulean sky
no clouds in sight
just sunshine
beating down on your skin
sweat trickles down your brow
a slight breeze
sways the grass
around your ankles

If trust is a piece of paper tied to a rock thrown in the ocean,

I am the waves pulling it down.

Each futile attempt at grabbing the rock goes unnoticed.

The waves only priority is to keep the ocean on it's current.

Despite rain or hail,

sunshine or gale,

the waves continue on it's endless journey.

If one is forced into a role for eternity, wouldn't the job consume you?

Wouldn't the role become a second nature?

The waves,

constantly pulling and pushing,

never once staying still.

Why wouldn't the waves want to stay still? Isn't staying still easier than constantly using that energy?

Day in and day out,

every attempt at solace goes unnoticed.

Why?

The waves,

constantly on the move,

a second nature.

If trust is a piece of paper tied to a rock and thrown in the ocean,

I am the waves pulling it down.

Desperate attempts at pulling the rock goes unnoticed,

it's become a second nature.

I am tired of making friends,
the cycle never ends.
I want attention,
LIKE HELL !
What do they have
that I don’t?
I want attention.
I need attention.
Call me selfish—YES!
YES! YES!
You’ll never understand.
I’m tired.
Really tired.
But still…
a part of me
keeps dreaming
of a happy ending.
It just hurts—
to be the one
always ignored.

I tell my truth to deaf ears
And this I knowingly do
Often
It’s true
Dear ears and deaf ears
Both need to hear
Truth
It’s always of some use
Truth is still truth
Even if it’s mute

Like a broken machine
my mind tries to shut down,
but the cogs keep spinning
round and round.

Completely overheated,
the oils run dry—
you overthink and worry
‘till one day you die.

You're a poison dressed in lover's skin,
A saint outside, a sin within.
Each time I try to walk away,
You pull me close with words that play.

I drank your lies like sacred wine,
And told myself that you were mine.
But every kiss, a sinking stone—
I drown in you, and die alone.

So take what's left—my breath, my will,
Your silence fits me softer still.
If I must die to feel your bliss,
Then let me fade in serpent's kiss.