Gone.
Maybe love was never meant to be mine,I try too hard, so much so, love almost feels like grabbing at air through a thick fog.... Other times it feels like walking on a tight rope, Where the only place I go is down. Love feels like shards of glass, rubbed against raw skin Or like the train that left without me, even though I was only 5 minutes late. I sing a song that no one hears, a colored TV, stuck on mute. Interesting to look at, but not good enough to want. Maybe I do try too hard. Offering comfort like a giant, cotton quilt and then being tossed aside when the draft passes. I want to be alone now, in shell, a cacoon, I want to close my heart shut and hide my emotions deep into the recesses of an empty abyss.