Silent Sermon.

Whether I whisper these words to no audience in a dust filled, deserted room,
or yell them louder than a roaring waterfall in the middle of bright, abandoned woods,
they will still fall on deaf ears, as they have for many years now,
they will still be the antecedent to my typhoon tears.

More callous than the hands of world class bodybuilders,
fragile as wet sand that falls apart between my fingers,
brittle as diamonds often confused to be quite strong,
quieter than the lark who's lost her gift of song.

You became my new addiction, quicker than seconds turned to minutes,
I was yours before I knew it, suddenly in it to win it.
This fascination took hold of me, it was like getting lost in the pages of a good book,
unbeknownst to me, you were a thief of hearts, a common crook.

You had my destiny in your hands, yet you chose to walk away,

held all the ingredients to cure my loneliness, instead you let me go astray.
I should've listened when they said to never leave myself to find someone else,
wish I had paid attention when my mother warned me you were bad for my health.