It's like the seconds try their very best to cautiously creep past but they can't escape because a moment captures them and they have to freeze.
In those moments I break and these swollen bags release tears. Well I thought these eyes could be trusted but they are not safe; they throw drop by drop off the brink then off another one and another and another.
I am an enemy and bane to my own self, I am tired of existing just to kill myself this way.
My self hinders me from living.
I can't cling, I can't stick, I belong but sometimes I doubt human love.
What is ever enough.
Tonight I am not content and that is just the way things go.
I will sleep now, unashamed, yet so uncontrollably hot in the face.
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