I am swimming in an ocean of bitter “in vains”,

I am almost drowning.

I am so sick of these

nonsensical pains,

they do not make sense to me anymore.

In the storms of steal

that cry out “love me, please!”,

that color the wasted landscape

of my heart deeply blue,

I am shaken too much

and I am feeling so lost,

that I must beg you

to step aside

and let me move on.

The irony

to have your number right in front of me,

but seeing no reason

to ever

call you


is killing me

and I fear

that it will kill you, too.