Un-emotive void screaming silent horror through your fragile face with a hollow rage,

All of the exceptional potential in the universe; ripped into self-destructively,
Talons of reflection and regret for a future, stinging,

All of those years,
They were here,
All of those bitterly rejected tears; as hot as fire,
I loved you first.

Faux sweet, soft-talk keeps falling out of your mouth..
You don’t care a bit.

Dreams of solving machines,
Speaks of me,
Marks of justification,
Sweeping signs of freedom and simple joy in un-trapped exploration..

But I regret having a future,
Abhorrence at past failed suicide,
Active euthanasia a continuous anathema,
Ugly, abomination of self-hatred,
Self-rejection..

Oh the sensitivity of this delicately detested lifelong existence.

Happiness is only real if shared.

But you don’t care a bit.

Dreams of me,
History fleeting,
Unexplainable expectation of an earthbound angel to arrive,
Show me the beauty in my harsh flaws.

Happiness is only real when shared.