Grain Of Salt

Another day passes by. Another attempt at love. Remains unrequited.

Why do I even bother? I should have learned from the past. I am but a statue.

Impervious to love. This punctured heart is mine. Becomes a handful of dust. Dust.

Hope has now wilted away. Wilted. Along with these dreams. That became emptiness.

A final exit becomes clear. I am self destructive. A product of this solitude.

I am riddled with shards. One simple wish now dies. Was my request so great?

One simple wish now dies [x3].

Was my request so great? Once again I drown in its denial. Was it so complicated?

Once again. I've been. Spit upon. Taken with a grain of salt. My life is gone.