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.
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