These questions come from the heart but leave though the mouth at the direction of no one,
They surround me with the confusion of a thousand watches ticking,
I ask you, Why?
Not answering me is the one thing that turns my days into weeks,
Those weeks into tears,
Those tears into puddles of raindrops gathered at the surface of my feet,
Those puddles seem to be a mirror looking up at a face that has been crushed by a thousand problems,
The mirror drowns me in a sea of hopelessness,
I read your notes from scratch and turn them into works of art with my bare joints,
I have seen your heart which pounds me like 10 rounds with the champ himself,
Keeping you close was iron,
Letting you go was child's play,
Calling was a tad short of desperation,
Begging was abhorrent,
I chased your heart around in circles only to end up in the same place I started,
I attempted to ask you one question which you would not grant me,
I concealed my question in a package and sent it to your heart but you strayed elsewhere,
I can't understand,
I don't comprehend,
Why?