elias

Phone

You scroll and scroll;

Hours with no toll.

Your screen time heightens;

To more hours and more.

But when you look at your phone,

You cannot look down

To see what’s gnawing at your feet from the underground.

When you are listening to your phones sound,

You cannot hear the question:

“Will it matter when they eat your grandchildren next?”

Will it matter;

Will it?

Can’t you see I struggle?

I really wish to be there…

But all I can seem to really do,

Is sit back in my chair.

My love for you hasn’t left,

It stays locked in my heart.

I can’t ever imagine us

Fully drifting apart.

I know I cannot stay to type

All the words you want to hear,

But I am much to busy

Drowning in my own pool of tears.

So when the hours go by,

And I leave with no reply,

Don’t mistake my silence for hate.

It is just that the thoughts have gotten so bad,

It leaves me in too awful of a state.

I’m sorry for being hurt,

Then leaving you in the dirt

To fend for yourself

In life’s fiery pits of hell.

Just know,

You’ll never be alone.

i’ve spent my whole life

trying to find out who i am:

but,

it turns out

that i

have always been myself

and that i

have only been looking for something better

than who

Used to sing a song;

A song we both shared.

Now,

My heart

you have taken our only glass of water and drank it.

though,

i mustn’t blame you.

i pushed that water towards you,

i gave you a chance to quench your hydration;

i told you that i was not thirsty,

i had said to you to drink it.

i wish we could have split that glass;

my throats now dry,

but now you’re hydrated,

and that’s all that matters.