What is left to say,
at the end of the day?
Loneliness left to spare,
or words that contaminate air?

Why am I always caught chasing clouds?
Caught off guard not holding ground,
weakness the center of attention shall oppose.

I stay away,
since my apologies I often pay.
I never understood your intentions,
through your walls I can't see clear.

I never will say a word,
for my mind is always blurred.
And although my speech always slurred,
you were also quite absurd.

Abuse isn't always easy to accept.
Especially if it's not to expect.
Whether verbal or physical,
the bond is atypical.

bittersweet air
words spoken without care
for your mind is never bare
your thoughts you are able to share

though there is nothing to gain
your whispers bring me pain
a needle to a vein
my body shudders with strain

you were my shadow
though many years ago
you did come, you did go

and now you've finally gone
like my own blood, I have drawn
our future was laid out
but never got a chance to sproute