Perhaps if I had wished you godspeed
or, at the very least, wellness...
But my wound is stubborn
And it doesn't want to be healed...
Blank.
Staring off at his phone waiting for the words to...
Footsteps left behind
Can be traced back to your heart...
All the phone calls,
all the texts...
Band on table, glistening offers hope,
eyes cannot register any promise...
Bleeding hearts and hollow eyes
Splintered souls and stifled cries...
I have given up on trying
There's no use anymore...
birds create mirrored
harmonious melodies...
I can always use positive feed back and advice on...
Something blocks my potential I know I have had...
Nothing so broken as a broken dream,
Nothing so broken as a man who could be...
You are gone, and
I am in the arms of darkness once again...