we

what are we? 

you have someone else. 

so what are we?

because you still want me.  

tell me what are we?

i love you. 

and you say you love me. 

i can see it in your eyes. 

you do. 

but you love her too. 

until you are free,

i'm afraid we can't be. 

until you are all for me,

there can be no we. 

weak

my eyes are red

but i haven't been smoking

i even went to bed

i do believe i'm just broken

they won't stop

by they i mean the tears

as each one drops

another thought in my head clears

sometimes it's good to release them

whether alone or with company

even if some do not condemn

they are nothing more than somebody

somebody who does not care

is somebody who does not matter

so ignore their evil glare

it's ok to shatter

fantasy

i focus on fantasies because in reality i'm afraid of rejection

i couldn't face being told you don't feel the same affection

an unrequited love i shall suffer from

how could I have been this dumb?

i've let it happen again

attached myself to a distorted reality

the side effects of the cocaine

have led me away from normality

they say falling in love is like smoking crack

and once you've started you can't go back

i've come to realise that for myself

this one doesn't have time for anyone but himself

i'll give it some time

i'll eventually recover

when i reach my prime

i will find the right significant other

a broken flower

inspired by [shifrø - best one yet]