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I reach for what I cannot grasp
Needing what I cannot have
Wanting what gratifies me
I get so lost in what defines me
I find myself in too deep
Suffering only for what matters to me
Things that are relatively related to me
You see…if it is not relatable I am not
A party to it standing on common ground
Does not always make sense it can sometimes
Be completely insane still for reasons I cannot
Explain I continue to reach out for pain
Pain that burns every time as if I have
Misplaced my brain and forgot that fire burns
I melt and trickle down an open drain
Where a switch is flipped twisting and
Mangling my memory from timeless to
Contemporary back to the month of February
When lovers twine in fairytales of be mine
I am not bothered for it is whatever
In my never mind candy is made into hearts
Hearts are not made of candy
Some are hard like stone, cold and callous
Black like spades filled with malice
Never mines
