JHem

I was drawn to you But I kept my distance This wasn't new It's always been this way This longing everyday I hoped for your return So I wouldn't feel blue Oh, it's true I endeared you To fancy my show So I wouldn't need to wipe my eyes From graves of my past sorrows An innocence blind to sincere lies I showered you with glittering words An addiction to hearing without sound A hollow form of exploitivity My fear to prove my affection Was a ruse to my own self abandon I called for your eyes to meet mine But I was afraid to see my reflection You became my escape from me So I never had to meet my own plea

These words These thoughts They aren’t mine? Do these symbols and ideas have ownership? Is my ability to feel my own? Is this my anger my sadness my grief? Are these… mine… ?

There’s nothing left to say No mind to be new All a waste of breath Thoughts so repetitious No brand to hold Creativity An airless anxiety Unable to be Why can’t I see? So lonely With or without Company No new words left to breath