2/8/19

This is right.
This where my heart should be.
Beneath steps that are hidden behind the street.
While lowlifes imitate gentlemen.
I am ignoring my basic needs.
No such distain like hers has ever compelled me.
My sight darker than it was the year before.
I am often seen pouring my glass of water out before me.
There's no justice in sleeping in hopes of sweet dreams.
Waiting for you and me with no barriers in between.
A stadium could mock and jeer and have hate surround us.
I'll always watch you go as you leave looking ashamed of what could be.
And with sadness I blanket my shoulders.
I bury my head as deep as I can.
At this point everyone's had a chance to reach out their hand.
I'll stay as silent as the hurt will let me.
Writing words that won't make sense until they are all thats left of me.
I never was one to hide intentions.
I never was one to carry around afflicting themes.