i
am a failure.
an inconsistent outline
paper thin and withering
and she
she knows sadness
the way i know
every line from
romeo and juliet
the way i stutter
when i speak honestly
she knows depression
like a white blank page
and no inspiration
for an artist
like a canon ball shot
over an empty sea
i
am a failure
her cuts as deep
as the chasms beneath
what we know of the ocean
mine as shallow
as the things i think
and know of
i want to feel
the hatred
she feels when
she meets her own gaze
i want to be able
to destroy myself
with a single thought
the way i supposed
i could
but i
am a failure