Is that all you got?
With all the strength in me,
Hitched breath, blurry vision
****** lips, wounded knuckles

Is that all you got?
Storming up the minds,
Like its yours to damage.
No love, no passion
No. Nothing. Zero. Nada.

Or pour water to flowers
And cut them bald next day?
You didnt get to see,
The bloom. The beauty.
Yet the flower hopes,
For you to see she blooms.

But yet again, you never wanted to.
Even if you used to.
The waves are drowning you,
Not half, but whole.
Who are you?