You deserve much better That is plain to see I can't possibly imagine What you see in me You should be with someone capable Of giving love and devotion I am so ****** up inside Numb to almost all emotion You and I are different Your heart is made of gold While my own is solid as a rock Impenetrable and cold Why was I created this way? Who have I become? I barely recognize myself Or remember where I'm from Please don't get too attached Because I am not made of glue So just because you are stuck on me Doesn't mean I will be too Left all vulnerability behind To deteriorate in the past It's easier to remain indifferent I've learned good things don't last You can't sweep me off my feet I've already been knocked to the ground And I'll only drag you further down with me The longer you stay around Please don't give me presents I am not worthy of the price Somebody as ******* up as me Shouldn't be with someone so nice Please leave me for your own good Before I rip your feelings apart All my edges are sharp pieces of glass If you get any closer I'll break your heart
I want to be closer. Not just physically, With me running my hands through your hair, Or with our hands interlocked as we take long walks at night, Or our long hugs that makes us feel safe.
I want to be closer. Where our minds are one and our thoughts are same, Our heartbeats are synced as an orchestra, My weakness is your strength and yours is mine, And I can't hide my pain and sorrow because you see right through me.
I want us to be closer. That when they see you, they see me Our synergy becomes like that of the tides, Where you are in me and I in you.
Billions of people All over the world Are knee deep in fear It is but the tragedy of death That threatens to keep The closest near. This worldwide pandemic Not only a punishment, But a time for self reflection On all that we have done: All the bruises we have caused All the tears we cried. And as nature slowly heals herself Amidst humans Keeping their tails in check, Sparrow song trills once again And swans find their home, And as rare as the golden birds. The human mayflies Take in a moment and Search themselves Clean themselves And stay still For once in their lives Waiting, watching, listening, Growing closer hour by hour- That all those decades running Couldn't provide, And retort Back to being human again. As nature heals her Cuts and wounds We, her children, Are too birthed anew.