Another day passes by.
Another attempt at love.
Remains unrequited.
Why do I even bother?

I should have learned from the past.
I am but a statue.
Impervious to love.
This punctured heart is mine.

Becomes a handful of dust.
Dust.
Hope has now wilted away.
Wilted.

Along with these dreams.
That became emptiness.
A final exit becomes clear.
I am self destructive.

A product of this solitude.
I am riddled with shards.
One simple wish now dies.
Was my request so great?

One simple wish now dies.
One simple wish now dies.
One simple wish now dies.
Was my request so great?

Once again I drown in its denial.
Was it so complicated?
Once again.
I've been.

Spit upon.
Taken with a grain of salt.
My life is gone.