Each new memory that jumps into my mind,
quickly becomes my fault...

Dying flowers,
petals shed...

You can call me names
to lower my self esteem...

I can't believe you wasted so much of your life
on something that doesn't deserve to live...

I should never have let you in
this is what i was afraid of...

In the chilled air of evening,
the thrashing waves vanished...

Society seems to disapprove
of breakable stitched up hearts...

Your love staggers through the winter air
as I watch it waver in space...

Waves of darkness wake her up
on this cold autumn morning...

She is surreal if she thinks her approach will be...
after cracking our blind bond with lightning of...

Is it always going to be this way?
Or is there and easier way...

Once in a while,
when the rain kisses my anxiety...