the lonely me
flowers are dead by the river of fallen trees
She sits in the room of darkness wanting to be wanted.
...But no one wants the darkness that comes with wanting.
Her beautiful light skin is shadowed by her longing to be.
To be somewhere with someone...somehow.
Tears fall like shards of broken diamonds into her hands
...And all she needs is someone who holds her closer than skin.
The floor has seen her fall time and time again into emptiness.
She pulls at her limbs trying to perfect her imperfections .
"Who would love such a mess like me?" She weaps as she falls to her knees.
No,...no the thought of the void is too much to overcome.
She's blinded by the endless room of pain.
He knocks softly three time.
Her heart begins to slowly beat.
Pumping life into her body; she blushes.
Who could it possibly be?
The light pierces the room like a pin hole.
Then another beam of light. Bigger and brighter.
She opens the door.
The door to endless mistakes, endless letdowns, but a chance at love is wanted by all...