I've bared a fragile part of my soul to you yet again-

How I wish I could take it back,

You do nothing but crush me.

How could I hope for anything different when that's all you've ever done?

Why do I continue to hope for more?

I am foolish.

You are the reason I will never trust a human being,

Including myself.

What is love but a fair weather feeling?

Where exactly is the line in the sand?

I lie when I say I have stopped crying for you,

I sob-

that same breaking child still,

Curled into a fetal ball.

I am a vast ocean of grief.

My fists connect with delicate skin,

Longing for rivers of red once more,

Yearning for the quiet stillness of a fading life.

Pain the only sobering familiarity left inside.