The Rocks

I hope you’re happy,
With your confused embrace
And the way you carry yourself.
May you delight
In the hurt you’ve caused
That you fail to realise

Or choose to ignore.

Or worse... maliciously intended.

Oh tell me please,
Do you get butterflies
When he holds your hand?
Do you see the future
With him by your side?

Dear girl, where are your senses?

You look so different now.
Who are you?

To run away
Is one of life’s greatest tragedies.
People get scared.
You frightened yourself.
You couldn’t be ruled by your heart,
So it’s better
To wreck someone else’s.

Smash!

Shatter.

The loss of hope,
Could be the title of a song,
The theme of a poem,
Or the reality of this situation.
If this array of beauty
Could collapse like a lung,
And explode like a nuclear bomb,
Then what hope is left
For humanity?

Is there victory in the end?

Does anybody know anybody?

Selfish desire are pursued after all.