A Reoccuring Theme

Once to twice to a hundred times
Blinded by muted naivety
How odd to have a lock on the depths of the mind
But credulously hand out the key
How artless could one be?
To witness not a face, but covert dreams
A longing for warmth and intimacy
Dismay and repeat, a reoccurring theme

Tens and dozens and hundreds of rhymes
How am I content with my heart on my sleeve?
Hundreds of rhymes may be so sublime
But cannot compare to a glimpse of the debris
When my cheeks are dewed and I come apart at the seams
And every little thought, trivial, I'd deemed
Still l return for more, inevitably
A tiring cycle, a reoccuring theme

I could shut out the world if I felt so inclined
And sew on a mask of apathy
Perhaps a loss would prove easier with time
If I discarded this cordial mentality
But would concrete and fiction disagree
With the sharing of conflicting realities?
Neither cleansing this sense of melancholy
How unremitting, this reoccurring theme

I shed my tears for the temporary
Wept at the age of sixteen
My adolescence, this is the epitome
This reoccurring theme