I am just so done with temporary things in life
Temporary people
Temporary Emotions
Temporary Efforts
Just do not want anything anymore,
Selfish people who thinks about you right after done thinking about themselves,
Situational care,only done when it's so easy to do.
Sticking together when it's all good to be with.
Being understanding when they are in a good mood enough.
Saying we are not two people,"we are one" just for the sake of saying.

In such a selfish world.
There is only one person you can have completely is Yourself.
And I dnt want incomplete anything.

As Atlas attempted to seize the heavens
he learned to bare the weight of the world.
Such is the cruel fate
of love to scorn turned.

And what of all the legends of old,
of hero's tales from bronze to gold.
Why instead of stone statues
are cement hearts held
in every man's chest
while we lay old stories to rest?

The songs of sirens
swapped for plastic promises,
Heads of hydras
exchanged for two faced friends
as our magic morphs to cheap tricks,
all that managed to remain
Is an Achilles heel for sincerity

So when two souls like worlds collide
and create a place of bliss,
too often one bares the weight
of both worlds, with the burden
of unrelenting loss.

If we were a perfect hook and latch
Where one fell for the other abruptly
We would but miss our target catch
A few millimetres out
We clash quite brusquely

my personal flame
flickering heated passion
burning me within

He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.