Wanderlust

What is wrong with me?

Thinking I could fix a boy

with no heart left to give.

Where I bleed for a soul

that never took a single

step for me.

Where did it go wrong with you and I?

Everything we were

or would have been

washed down the drain,

faded from the world,

before I could taste

it along my lips.

What did I ever do wrong?

I’m still tumbling down

this hour glass for you,

but we’re running out of time.

All of this grit and sand,

and fall for nothing.

You weep out that

you love me

and

you need me,

but your heart speaks a different

l a n g u a g e.