Why do we spend our time thinking of those who won't even take a second to think about us?

Why do waste all our love on people who won't even give us the smallest piece of their hearts?

Why do we even have the slightest hope in them?

Why do we even think that they're worth missing?

All those memories of you are being washed away
But sooner or later they find their way back to shore.

I used to like being alone because I had time to think.

Now I fear being alone, because there's too many things on my mind.

In an unjust world,
i stand
In an untrue world,
i breathe
In a desolate world,
i choose to fight
than close my eyes and hope,
for a good night's sleep

-Kaya

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.