As I lay here my tears and thoughts
fall onto my pillow.
So why do i feel them on my hands?
Why does my heart shatter as I pass it to you?
You pass it back to my to repair
Now it's just dust
So I put it in my pocket
only to find there is a hole.
Anxious waves come and go.
I push them away or float out on their tide.
I find myself
lost.
Only able to see out of one eye.
And the other is dark.
I see shadows of what is supposed to be.
Only after it happens
In the future.
In the past.
I can see voices and hear shapes.
Don't come too close or you will too.
Lonely legs.
Lonely arms.
lonely heart.
lonely loneliness.
Right here with me
but too far away.
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