My eyes sunken like ships once sailed.
Restless and weary, my words have failed.
There have been times when she's been in bed with him and
I've been alone with the thought of her.
My skin slides down.
My shadow no longer there.
I've lost so much sleep that I've gone back in time but I can't speak.
I can't fix the mistakes and replace my future with what should make me, me.
I hold hands with strangers when they let me but once we get to the other side, they let me go.
Lately, if I'm moving, I'm running, because I'm trying to catch up.
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