Like the sky
I give my grief back...
Why is someone else's death repulsive
But my own appealing...
I am scared of being
diminished...
The cavity in my chest is filled with carbon.
But my eyes still leak shades of aquamarine...
The pain of getting played
Or playing the game...
It has not rained here in weeks
But I am drenched to the bone...
I place the palms of my hands
either side of the sink basin...
Have you ever given your all?
And to your heart be fully true...
Each time you might fall
All broken and scarred...
I keep screaming hopefully somebody will hear me,
The silence it deafening, I don’t think I’m...
Who am I if I do not have the slightest clue?
I question the intentions of my aspirations...
I don't think nobody, knows you like I do
To anticipate emotions that you share...