Nostalgia Avenue

The tears on your pillow case,
Have evaporated.

That's all you have left,
Of a night left in pitch black.

Left in awe
Of the final event
You never called.

An expectation you didn't hold.
I am the pilot flying the chambers of my own heart..

Over distant, sparkling
And far away lands.

In all of that I cannot grasp
An understanding
For why you choose not love,
But fear.

Arrogance and Carelessness

Seriously?

You think you have all the control in your hands.
But you have nothing.
You have no one.

And I swear, you never will.