As the ceaseless wind blew through my hair,
staring at the broken and muted trees in despair,
the gloomy clouds careening in flightless formation,
the damaged sun slowly fading away in drunken stages,
my face was smudged with sunken dreams that had no
serene beginning or ending, creating infrequency within me.

My heart was broken, moaning in overstretched syllables
and vowels, swirling in sourness, consumed with tiredness
and stressful states that took me to various paralyzed places,
divorced from the source, no remorse for the course that I had
enrolled in from the getgo, slowly drowning away in secluded
sound stations, my shoulders slouched, my chest divested,
detested, my arms torn, deformed, sore to the core, my eyes
filled with bittersweet tears, so many fears, disappearing bliss,
missing a lost love that I wish would return to me.

I tried to play it cool, but I was losing myself in you,
crashing into your dashing fashion, wanting passion,
but collapsing at the shattered sounds of rejection,
how foreign my love was to you, that it didn’t even
penetrate the astonishing walls of your heart,
that you wouldn’t even welcome me inside your nation,
to seep into the strength and complexity within your gravity,
to grasp your hands and feel the softness and hotness
overtake me, so out of control, daydreaming about ecstatic
scenes with you that became so hazy that it was completely
valueless to remember the memory of having you.