Exacerbated and highly troubled
Increased thirst for affection
Not worthy in the glorious illusion
Not worthy or known to the Heavens
Idiotic attempts to be and know warmth in devotion
Packing bags and vacating, I quit
What can I say as I deserve nothing excluding retribution
Here I am asking for love but I’m incomplete.
Asking for dedicated efforts I don’t have any right to.
Bitterly crying while deliberating death perplexed by my love going undesired
Finally, I parked two gold rings in ordinary trash
One for the invisible impossible heart I’ve been seeking
The second one for thinking anyone will ever give a damn regarding who I am.
But you’ll promise to stay first
So I won’t discern any weapons
Until I’m already critical
Surely I’m mistaken
After all of our talk about authentic care
Little barriers become tremendous
Stop believing anyone knows what commitment, investment, and sacrifice is
There, I was, looking through grains of sand with a lighter