I am but the full outcome of my mistakes.
The complete end of my means.
Each and every decision that I failed to make.
I am myself.
An overly selfish person.
Who at all costs cannot save himself.
Me, without a savior.
I am alive sadly.
It will come at the cost of you.
But it is a price I am willing to pay.
For I am of most importance.
See me for who I am.
The last person worth saving.
It lays low under the night.
Dripping across my windowsill.
Dancing for me before I fall asleep.
My only love.
How it falls from the sky for me.
It sings such a slow song.
Moving along with my own heart.
If we could see sunlight it would be this.
It would be beautiful.
It would be life giving.
It would be all I ever hoped.
Here I lay.
Under a canopy of my love.
I am at last.
Does breathing count as living.
I’m at least existing at the very least.
To some extent.
During most weekdays.
Sometimes the weekends too.
I guess its ok.
To be this way.
The world is restless without you.
The rain loses its beauty when you’re away.
It goes a little like a song I used to know.
She becomes the world.
Only to leave.
And now I live in this empty place.
Full of people I used to know.
And everything I was is now strange to me.
Could it be you never left.
And that I valued a ghost.
I valued you as a shadow.
Its high noon and I can’t find you.
Its 3 AM and I can’t find you.
Oh, my shadow where have you gone.
As the sad moon watches from a far.
Waiting to find what he has lost.