to be hollow is to be stuck
somewhere between floating and drowning
just the days i run out of luck
times i thought i was doing something

i see it in his eyes
the disdain he's trying so hard to sugarcoat
his words filled with white lies
and all the other ugly words stuck in his throat

to be vulnerably open is to be shameless
something that i have mastered to do
i literally could not be a bigger mess
and it is his painful unspoken truth

sometimes i wish he would just utter it to my face,
and does not try to love me more than what i should only get
such a pure soul whose love should not go to waste
unlucky he is to have me as his greatest regret