Dry

No words can describe
The familiar feeling of utter numbness
That has crept across my mind
Like a million tiny spiders

The tears
Though they cannot appear visible
Are filling my dry eyes
As I stand in no shock

The ideas that are brought
Almost to fruition
Always fall short
Due to the other person's fault

So I am left in the dust of ideas
Left to rot in the "could've"s
As I grow even more accustomed
To being let down