Me

My hearts a poundin’
I am at another loss
my lover slipped away
blinded from a world
of lust.

My stomach grows weak
vomit I must. Seen it coming
but never found it just.

My mind turns in loops
driven insane was my cost.
To late to run now I'm
stuck in this deep rut.

My soul withers like
a plum empty I become
shallow. Turn to the hands
of tides I have become a
withered vine.