Dead Eyes

I should have learned by now
How wrong it is to give myself away,
So easily, for the want of love

To involve
To invest
Your heart

Is to expose yourself
To disappointment,
To unrequited emotions

So like a flower uprooting itself,
Hand slipping from hand;
I'm out of my element

It hurts
And I'm dying,
But I'm living.

Chaos

Behind the word.

Creation. Life.

Statue

Everything that went wrong
Chips a little away at my heart

All I'm left is a statue of you,
In memoriam.