I break very easily
I am giving you my trust that belongs to a few.
I love you
It's a fact truer than true.

Our consciousness is only a whisper.
It becomes a melody of emotions.
Battling trust and betrayals within.
Thinking of ways to be free from all of it.

Trying to immortalized emotional pain.
The wickedness of reticence.
I hate to be in love with you today.
As I find my lips sealed with silence.

I write hellos and goodbyes.
I bid with my heart
Only to reap sadness and loneliness.
Why would I plant a seed of my heart?
Only to be paid with misery.