Turning saints into the sea.
Of course, by all means.
take it all away.
don't look back.
the more we turn, the more we become unsure.
interestingly, the more we look into the future,
we're staring at the unsure.
blinking at its laughter.
killing off the fun,
i check my face, i check my sides,
i find, that i'm still alive.
i push for the glory,
i push it through,
i just hope one day, you'll see it in full.
move over, the rope tightens and strangles me even more,
giving me even less space to breathe,
each time your memory comes into my head.
i cringe in fear,
the same fear and grappled with me in yester years
as i pick myself up,
i tell myself to be strong, to hold on
to stand my ground.
to be somebody.
but yet, i know, whoever i am,
you'll never realise,
you'll never see beyond what is apparent.
you love taking things for granted,
but perhaps, the problem lies with me
and all my insecurities.
all my fears,
all my sorrow,
i feel so empty,
and yet, i know i'll never be full.
all i ask, is for you,
for you to notice me more than what i am.
to just reciprocate the same way i want you to.
but alas, you'll never see any of this.
you'll live your live, the same way you have for years,
doing what you want.
living by your rules.
you do things that you think will be good,
for me.
but i hope one day,
without me asking,
you do want i want you to do.
for yourself.
call me selfish,
call me a fool.
but in any case.
i know that its just you.