Glass Love

Exhales of depressive breaths seem to be the only thing I breathe right now.

 

Head spinning of dreams and fantasy, imagination of wants,

 

But it all accumulates to nothing.

 

Still here, nothing has change.

 

Still here, everything is the same.

 

 

My heart aches with yearning of the impossible,

 

For the beating heart that pulses over seas.

 

 A pulse too far to hear; a pulse too far to rest my ears on.

 

I hate this with such a passion.

 

Yet, my heart is in love with this hate.

 

 

 

Head spinning of dreams and fantasy, imaginations of wants,

 

But it accumulates to nothing.

 

Still here, nothing changes.

 

Still here, everything is the same.

 

 

I despise how it takes green ink to bring forth what is most wanted.

 

I despise how my ears always fill of negative truth for that which is most wanted.

 

I despise the thought of glass being all that I seem to have left.

 

I hate this with a passion.

 

Yet, I'm in love with this hate.

 

 

 

In the end of day words aren’t enough.

 

In reality I’m just still in a dark pit of loneliness.

 

Just my head spinning with dreams and fantasy, imaginations of wants,

 

But it all accumulates to nothing.

 

Still here, nothing changes.

 

Still here, frozen in glass love.

 

Author's Note

comment plz

Reviews

[Callmered]

So sad and depress