All I have left are
Dead dreams and broken promises
They are lost at sea
No one can find them but me
I tried to draw you a map
To my heart
But you threw it away

Fickle feelings fuel your mind
Leaving you in a state of confusion
Inside you find your heart is blind
Perpetuating another conclusion

Feelings change once again
Leaning toward a different selection
Ongoing turnabout without end
Perpetuating a loss of direction

I have tried too many times
reaching out my hand with no kind returns
pulling back my hand to find
just broken fingers, scars, and burns

I suffocated myself with the words I didn't say.

I have a friend
who likes to tell me
that I have a calming aura
as his litter of stray kittens
proceeds to envelop me
on my arrival.
As his dog lays at my feet.
Sometimes
I like to think he's right
that I exude peace and kindness.
Other times
I think maybe I just attract the sad and broken
the weak and needy.

Two trains came to a stop at a station,
Our eyes met one another behind the glass
I was going away from the city
And you towards the city.
We were close yet felt so immeasurably far
I placed my hand on the freezing glass
And you aligned your hands in the same manner
We were like an inmate and his wife
Separated by a sheer glass.

The trains started to move
And we were cursed with the heartbreak affliction,
Our trains were moving in opposite directions.