Keep It Simple

Keep It Simple

She looks up

from the water,

or the tears,

or the salt.

Holding hands 

in dark rooms jaded,

sometimes carried away

by emotions perceived.

There is no one left to blame.

She is not indifferent

to whispers 

and strong words,

she just wants to hold on

to the idea;

this could work.

Love is a waste of chemistry,

being devoured

from the inside out,

cycles of depression

and anxiety.

Bittersweet contact

in crowded spaces,

one-sided wanting

for something more.

Keeping an eye out

for affirmation,

the reaction dovetailed

insanity divine.

And she has no recourse

but to let go

and be left behind.