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.