I am undeserving of the opportunities,.
That I am given but never honestly pursue,.
I am an unacquainted gentlemen,.
That hides in the shadows and tombs,.
I am a ******* seed that seeped into the septum of her heart,.
A crucible that is used as God's comedy prop,.
I stand in the doorways of lovers,.
Who never seem to get past my faults,.
I never change, I never get what I want,.
When I am left behind again,
There is nothing there but the rain,.
And the lightning that scorches hearts,.
Perhaps one day, my life will make sense,.
Perhaps one day,.
I will find the one who keeps me going,.
And makes me feel worth saving,.
In the darkness that belongs to me,./.,.,.,.