Uneasy nerves,
Crawl under flaws.
That show themselves
In a head full of fog.
Incoherent thoughts
Build up and clog
Releasing themselves,
As they turn the knobs-
The faucets.
That hold emotions,
They unlock it.
My eyes cry oceans
And I'm gone- forgotten.
I don't belong...
I'm rotten.
How could I be enough
For someone I long to touch,
When they're made out of so much
Beauty and perfection,
And all I'm made of is dejection?
My heart is scarred with rejection,
It never wears protection.

I bet his refusal tastes like heaven.

-SLuR