Longing
        
               for a world made right

Knowing
  
               the truth that restores

                            
                                      Yet.
                                              Still.

Living

           in brokenness and disrepair

Waiting

              for the world to be pure white.

You love her more than me, that's why I leave.
You always shout her name as I grieve.
As if your looking for a way to escape her grasp,
Even when reality starts to crash.
You don't understand I've given my all.
Held you every time you began to fall.
I feel for you every time you loose your will.
I lost the love of my life to a stimulated pill

I'm lost in the fog
of
what truly is.

What has this become?

No,
the fog is merely in my eyes,
just a hoax,
drawing me in.

Deceived,
by what used to be.

Have you seen me?
or,
perhaps,
her,
for,

Who is she?

The girl with the foggy eyes and unsure smile,
me.

Sometimes, I don't know,
whether I move to or fro.

I know I'm coming off
As whiny, you scoff
At my childishness and
How I refuse to bend
But it just seems to
Me that all of it plus you
The whole world operates
In the opposite of what you dictate

You can't push too hard at all
Because you only end up on the floor
Clutching your hair and humming
Crazy on the doorstep, punching the door
You always end up punching the door