untitled.

Where is your heart?
Have I lost my place within it?
Our empty conversations leave me wanting more.
Something to love; Something to realate.
Just throw me away.
Don't leave me with false hope of having back
Something that was always there but never noticed.
I can't always see through your facade.
I need something real, something true;
Not to be left behind and forgotten like an empty perfume bottle,
Tossed away and forgotten like a torn photograph.
Don't you know that all you have to do is HINT towards your need,
And I would be by your side without question, without underlying motives?
I shudder to think how you would react to a need or concern of mine.
I grow weary of your games and masks.
I would rather be tossed away and forgotten like broken glass
Than to be kept around but never noticed,
Like a book you only bothered to read halfway through.
Nothing is sound.
Nothing is just.
All is lost...
Forget me and be done with it!