Withered

How utterly selfish,
to want a moment of your time,
never given a moment
to ever completely shine

Is the end result
something you never expected?
Tell me who is at fault
who is the one being protected?

Maybe it's just indifference,
an arrogance on your part,
could it be you run from,
bleeding, broken hearts?

Yes it is true,
such a passive romantic,
living on a world
that has turned so dramatically tragic

All the words one hears,
goes in and out of both ears
While every one else smiles and coos,
jumping on anything else that moves

Here I am,
sitting at this window,
behind a mesh screen,
watching this world go

I don't really mind
that all that remains is stagnant Time
a love that has withered,
grown black on the vine
makes the most refreshing drink,
when life has begun to incredibly stink