Complexity

My hands quiver with a sense of thee
Vanishing in the night,
A feeling of longing only
I know to be right.
The swirling winds, they beckon me to
Trace the leaves dispersed.
Stubborn and forgetful am I to think you
Could’ve loved me at my worst.

I should have seen it coming,
Should have cut the ties.
The pleasure we once held is now
The bags ‘neath your eyes

You murmur something in my ear
I cannot comprehend,
Silence screams in my face
Forcing me to understand
Suffocating, intolerant, cold
Can I be any more to you?

The swirling winds, they beckon me to
Trace the leaves dispersed.
Stubborn and forgetful am I to think you
Could’ve loved me at my worst