As time goes by, it becomes clearer;

I tried to connect, but it keeps getting far;

I tried to change to a point where I do not know myself anymore;

I tried to show I care, but it only gets dismissed.

Anytime I tried to exert an effort, 

Why is it always being brushed off?

As if that mark can easily be erased;

As if that plant that starts to bloom gets to wilt right away;

As if the morning became sad because of the rain;

How I want to be happy; 

How I want to not feel alone;

How I want to be real;

How I want to not feel wasted by anyone.

But maybe some hearts aren’t meant to meet halfway.

Photo by Elīna Arāja