weak willow
Constantly craving your attention
Attention reciprocated. Why?
Why am I like this. What do I expect.
Expect from you?
Us. We used to talk endless hours.
Hours. Minutes is all we do now.
How I wanted to show you my heart.
Heart that wants to feel. Something.
Something? Nothing.
I have nothing more to give.
Give and be hurt.
Hurting? Why is this always me.
Me. The epitome of sadness.
Sadness I can’t overcome.
Overcome?
I can’t, that me died in the hours, minutes. Nothing.
late sundial