My heart breaks
A little more
Each time
I hear you
Crying.

Out loud and alone
My breath makes
The only noise
My sunken heart
Allows.

I want to know my value.

You say,
"It's up to you"
And

I truly appreciate
My freedom
But

My freedom
has become
A prison
Of uncertainty
And self neglect.

So sad;

To know
You'll be gone
Before I find the time
To understand
How much more
I could have tried
To be part of
Your life.

I don't see a
Future
Without

The continued struggle
To convince myself
That my time here
Is somewhat significant

Although
Everything I do
and everything
I am
Will be forgotten.

So this is what it's like.
I figured I would
Know better.

Slipped outside of
Comfort.
Somewhere
In between
Dread and
Complete despair.

All the places
My desires have led me.

I hoped I'd be
More interesting
But instead,
The interest in
The novelty has faded.

After the interests I've
Collected from
Others have vanished,
I'm left with my own.

Too bad
I'm so interested
In my beat up Old couch
And

finding the sweet spot
Is sweeter than
Finding a quarter
Between The cushions.

with flowers in her eyes
she looks so pretty when she cries

teardrops run down her cheeks
like water flows down solemn creeks

heart broken in two
by someone she thought she knew

have you heard this song?
click play. it dances in me
over and over it's you