Tears roll down
from my eyes,
inside my throat
a scream dies,
I'm sick and tired of hearing my cries
for help,
when I know that without me you’re doing so well.
Your face is so near,
but so far your embrace.
I’m tired of trying,
it’s all just a waste.
And love can be sweet, sweet, yes, or sour,
like the beautiful leaves of a poisonous flower.
I’m here, in the night alone now I stand,
learning to live on my own once again.
It’s cold now outside,
myself I must hide,
so the others won’t see
what I’m feeling inside.
These feelings are still
like a blossom that kills,
with an innocent look,
but if you touch it – you’re hooked.