—bearing your half-filled soul, spilling
your heart beans, and cleansing
your mind on my sleeves.
—you’ve been there, done that; left
no stone unturned in your neck
of the woods; still, you cannot find peace.
—everything; all your life, you’ve been
wandering around with no genuine
sense of direction; there’s no such thing
as hope or love on your side of the street.
—ripping your heart out and watching it
beat shouldn’t be an option.
—you’ve been on your journey
for a long time, and you’re used to being
a lonely soul; someday, you’d like
to taste a happy ending.