Never have I over seen a soul like yours.
But nonchalantely you bow to my care.
My deepest of thoughts and my loudest of cries,
just look like weakness in your eyes.
Indecision to let you in,
you're where to begin.
The finish far and dark
with your weak grip on my heart.
Your words short and ever changing event.
We look to space with hope of regret.
Morphed and chaotic,
your thoughts antibiotic.
Silence is cruel but it's your drug of choice.
But what I would give to hear your voice.
Sick and twisted our relationship begins.
You won't pay attention to our lost sins.
Piercing in my side,
your hand in mine.
A shaking period of distrust,
wiped away with the old us.
But never to return,
the memories burn.
A hole in my heart,
but all an old start.