On the Path to Giving Up
When I find myself crying in the mid afternoon
Laces tight, and untied
Hair parted the wrong way
Something aching and empty within me
I think of my love story
Of how fantasies have become worn and used
How soulmates can be temporary and wrong
Love is fluid
And changing
Like your favorite color
Mine used to be scarlet,
Warm, firey and passionate
Now I feel more suited to blue
My skin draws heat, perpetually cold
I seek, but do not expel,
And the kicker is
No one cares
Laces tight, and untied
Hair parted the wrong way
Something aching and empty within me
I think of my love story
Of how fantasies have become worn and used
How soulmates can be temporary and wrong
Love is fluid
And changing
Like your favorite color
Mine used to be scarlet,
Warm, firey and passionate
Now I feel more suited to blue
My skin draws heat, perpetually cold
I seek, but do not expel,
And the kicker is
No one cares