picking up,
the fragile frames of,
my windowpane.
no patience placed in me,
i'll leave them on the ground,
to let them be.

so,
like the love I used to have for self,

I guess I'll just leave.

morning's adoring,
addictive headache.
my thought's failed to escape,
they repeat, I'm irate.
yes, I made this mistake.
yes, i swallowed the pain,
so I hoped I wouldn't wake.

its easiest,
inebriated,
courage lies unconfiscated,
surely we have all related,
saying things while staying faded,
loving things so underrated,
kisses on the shoulder blades, it,
seems our eyes are saturated,
tentative our trust remains, if,
loving you means you aren't staying.

some kind of catch,
conceived the apathy,
right decisions run from me,
demons play my mind,
like symphonies.
but I kind of like the company.

i hover above,
the grave I have dug,
remorsefully of,
a pain so undone.
too afraid of myself,
just a cry without love.
and the family I loved,
my mind carefully shunned.
while i lie on the ground,
they all cry for a son.

you were there,
who loved me first,
for all of me,
even my worst.
I let you down,
your back then turned,
I searched inside,
for lessons learned.

an empty room I slowly earned.

when i heard,
those silly words,
that slipped your mouth,
i took to heart,
their honesty,
I was devout.
now i walk,
a path without,
weary of the skies to shout.
surely luck,
if I'm bestowed,
will suddenly say my name aloud.

and that will be enough.