and
I don't know what to tell you.

I am
nothing
but the
dead flowers
next to my bed.

A candle
that has been lit for
so long
that
it's
simply
a pile of wax.

*******
in knots,
not even I
can untangle
my thoughts.

For I am
a maze,
that no one
seems to figure out,
or
enjoy.

Maybe
I think
that sometimes
you are the same,
and that we could be lost,
together.