The simplicity of it all,
so profound yet unique in it's own ways.
Beauty undefined with glory past,
security slumbering not.

I feel as if I am being further pulled down.
I grow tired of this life and it's disappointments, of it's liars and self-satisfiers.

Why do I still feel like I want you. . .
need you not, but you are desirous.
I hate you. . . I hate you for this.
For your lies and
EMPTY PROMISES.