false hope

your face is haunting me today
as I've lazily gone about my free time

that arrogant tone  you have whispering in my ear
feeling forever stuck in this endless cycle
being on and off again tormented by you

the daydreams crossing my vision leave me hollow
ever wanting you to pine away for me
delusional as every letter we pass breaks my hope
into shattered glass shards at my bare feet

you say you care, that you want to know passion
but it is not me you want, it is not my voice you seek
your vows of sincerity are stark compared to mine

you do not care, not in the way I want
no
not even in the way that I crave or need

yet, you are the first thought I have in the morning,
the moral compass I set my sight on, my light and dark
the very balance I have lost, is within you

but your eyes do not fall on me
the tenor of you voice is not telling me I am okay
it is a dream that I hold too closely to examine
not a dream, but a torturous unrealistic wish
tormenting me with every second I breath.

tattered and shattered

someone says "I love you" in the whispers of the dark
shrouded in its velvet soft cloak of a hushed world
the lingering sounds haunt my soul as the dark
has become oppressive, an the wait for day disastrous

my very soul has been stripped of all the broken pieces left behind
again and again swept into box, over flowing, sharp, jagged, raw
building my shield of smiles and laughs as the memories
shred away my ability to hope, and leave despair to rule my inner thoughts

my dreams, no nightmares leave fresh wound on the delicate lace
that has been left of my essence, to tattered to resist
hating every moment i can not move towards the dawn
trapped in my own endless fight for release of this drawn out longing

break me, over and over, as you forget who I am
buries is the naive personal, left is the hollow
tattered remains of once was, and might never be again
me