As I scroll down to the drips of the ink you put
Written in the name of the one you find good enough
I ache my heart
With a rage
Furious enough to burn myself
And with the numbness
Melancholic enough to put me to grave of my own subjugating thoughts.
With my Scarlet eyes
You pouring your heart in the verses so clean
Dipping in the crimson ink
Love, Passion, Romance,
All there for him.
I see it all
And now abhor myself for not being good enough
My parameters of my own worth
I gave in your hands
Hands that now mingle with another dove,
And I have lost now
Left with nothing
Finished myself with every evaporating drop of love.
From all the closed ways to light
Nothing to see, Only darkness in sight
I am now stranded and astray
And with every word you create
My existence Obliterate.