And so it all comes
down crashing to the floor,
through my fingers like
lost grains of
sand. I suppose I can
understand, but I don't
think I ever will. It always
happens like this. So ironic.
maybe I'm like this because
it will bring
some kind of pity into
someones heart, but I don't
want their pity and
although her pity would be
nice I don't want it
either. I guess I'll just have
to forget about it, forget
about her, and hide my love
and tenderness under the rock
where it came from and
dared to find love once again
only to find dismal failure &
to return to how I've
always been.
alone.
