Fast Asleep

I question whether you love me or not because I can’t sleep at night, for I am a slave to my thoughts and fears of never kissing your lips again. And you are, but fast asleep. Never yours, Knives and Tears

Alone

Alone in this empty house, the howling wind mocks me. Another failed relationship, another one who could not handle your tantrums, your neediness, and overbearing expectations that were impossible to meet. Maybe you are  right. I may never be happy. Maybe I am cursed to be alone. I hope you are wrong, Knives and Tears