Wasteland.

I wanted to cry, summon the emotions to cascade
down my cheeks and sink into the dry soil,
yet they never came.

Like the rains had already flooded our town, and there
were no more waterfalls for me to mimic.

I wanted you to see how I'm hiding, that I retreat
within myself to a hollow place - a place no one
cares to question or fill, just leaves abandoned
since bitterness is a permanent footprint.

How effortless it would be to drift away,
to follow the currents of a river and not give a reason why.
Because you must not think I'm in need,
you analyze my voice and hear it's not trembling
so I must be composed.

And I don't know whether it's you or I
who need convincing the most...
but I swear to you, I am not a desolate being,
there is so much more to me than this
desert that desiccates my soul.

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Written 6/19/14 @ 10:09 PM