To hate myself at every core
After the fallout of it all.
Like a sinking,
The desert is desperate
As a slow but omnipotent notion of inevitable dark death-
The one that smells of rotting flesh
And soul's long gone from this Earth.
I stop myself from leaning over the edge
But feel the force like a magnetic gravity pulling me past the Ground's surface.
Every thing I have ever wanted
Had been ripped from me,
Time and again.
I rest now
On the faint teeter
Of being loved by a man, who's emotions are chained by ghosts
While my dreams continue to fade into the distancing background
And my breath slips from me
As I let go.
I never had any business loving in this world.
Nobody told me that,
But I tried anyway.
