The blue eyes
that burn
with the tears that
won't come.
That can't come.
The tears that
will come
exactly when
they shouldn't.

The heart that
breaks with
pressure's despair
That squeezes
and groans
when it doesn't know
the song that
it should sing

The sodden mind
that wanders
between worlds
flitting from reality
to reality
Never quite knowing
where to settle.

The arms that
reach to a love
that they don't hold.
That they
can't hold.
That they won't
hold until it's
too late.

The indecisive,
unknowingly weak
spirit that lets it
all happen.