mowing the moon

mowing the moon

Monday, June 8, 2015

Maligned

Today all I got was.
'Why didn't you?'
'You should have!'
'Have you thought about me?'
'How I feel?!'

Listening to them I felt so disheartened.

Yes, I am useless.

I told you already.

What I touch, I destroy.


I'm sorry, in messages or in voice.

You can walk away with your glory.

Your pride.

I can only do so much.

May has drained me as such.


For I'm okay to be as lonely as,

that man under the moon.

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