maybe you could make it more obvious,
that you don’t want me.
that it would be easier,
if I was gone.
maybe you could help me feel like I wasn’t alone.
maybe you’re just waiting for the day
that I tell myself the horrible things you’ve always wanted to say to me.


maybe one day you’ll realize
I tell myself every one of those things
everytime I close my eyes

Although I am capable it is still not the same,

while I can still fall, feeling will never again sustain,

the aftermath of such a complex question,

leaves nothing behind but lost affection,

present’s dream is future’s longing,

only the ocean’s waves are reliably calming,

though these eyes of mine have all but closed,
this small hidden ***** remains posed,

rhythmic pulses of shattered feelings, 

bring ashore nothing but my soul’s peelings,

and as the sun calms the waves,
 my unexplored path continuously paves.

how can I stay sane
when you are beauty
and I am vapid
how can I understand you
when you are free
and I am boxed in
how can I keep you
if you are barely near
and I am always in the same place
how can we remain
when you float freely
and I merely glide around
how can I stay sane
if you are beauty
and I am vapid