Blind world.

It's called a book, get a pen and write in it, instead of letting me take in your burden deal with it and stop calling it my problem. It really is yours.
You are just too blind to see it.
And I am too blind to deal with it.
Despair in a blind world.

Faded portraits.

It seems perfect.
It really does.
But it is not.
It really is not.

Dreams fall.
They fall.
They fall.
They fall.
They fall.
They fall.
They fall.
They fall.
& they remain buried.
In the nothingness of despair.

Coffeehouse mistakes.

They laughed.
A mere joke.
I smiled.
& secretly broke.

Masks

Laced with deception,
Immured in secrecy,
Shining with grace,
Reeking of invincibility,
I am unbreakable.

Hard goodbyes

Whoever said goodbyes were easy,
Never did try saying goodbye to you.

Butterflies

It's not that it just happened,
I chose to forget you,
Just like an old song,
that once swayed my heart away,
a memory that learned to fly away.
Fly away like butterflies.