I wish you weren’t so fond of me,
With your mocking cruel gaze;
Who does the sand fool, being turned over,
It seeps through the same hour glass always.

Laughter that crackles,
Revealing the hollow within;
A numbing silence precedes,
An empty noise so deafening.

I thought of you today,
That moment when it felt you didn’t care;
Keep looking back once in a while,
In search of that hiding lonely tear.

I like keeping them to myself now,
As I bleed some more;
A salty stream, bearing some of me, some of you,
Rain seems strangely comforting after a storm.

Cold water tingles over a burning soul,
A piercing mist struggling to break through;
Colours return to the pallet soon,
But you shall forever, remain my blue...