the air is thin
the oxygen scarce
the alpine heights push me farther away
from you and civilization
my heart has a hole
that is gaping
gushing blood
but all i can see is the papercut
i mended last night.
the montane heights
pull me away from the people
the noise
they seclude me into the wilderness.
a single water droplet
i am not the rain
i am not the floods that
have washed your fields.
i am the tear that gathers
in the corner of your eye
the held back fears that
threaten your composure.
i am the single star
that guides the lost
and hides behind the day.
i am a burning ball of despondency.
i swim through the night
and shine quite bright
under my guise of self-preservation
with the day i become
ensconced in my fear
and wrapped up in my tears.
the lofty heights
leave me with little insight
as to why i cannot find the key
to your locked up heart.
why must you play games with me?
why must i be silenced?
here is another question
a query, really
an enigma that must soon be solved
forever...
am i not good enough?
you whispered to me
in the softest of tones
you lied to me
in the softest of tones
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