My scheming is done.
There’s nothing I can change:
My hair ,my clothes ,my intensity.
It’ll never be enough or always be too much.
So we’ve grown, we are still human.
Still need the same things love, trust, touch
I was the one...
The one you always said gave you everything
What more could you need?
There’s a hole in my chest.
The blood bleeds out leaving me chilled and blue.
I can’t get warm.
Even in this sweater, that doesn’t smell like you.
You’ve taken every trace of you.
If I had a hallway I’d shout.
And let it echo.
Where’s the kindness in a clean break?
I want so much more.
I deserve my happiness.
My dream come true.
You were it!
But in my dreams it was mutual.
Only tears of joy.
Growing seeds of hope.
There’s almost nothing here.
A desert with no oasis.
I’d even hope for a mirage.
An illusion of unconditional infinite love.
But there is no escape.
Just the cold truth day after day.