My hearts yearned
Loved and lost.
The roots of hate and despair
Have grown in these soils
I’ve been someone’s pride and joy;
My laughter’s rung through the silent nights.
Grappling the heart of an unsuspecting lover,
I bat my eyelids and they fell to the floor.
I walked past them and no one turned their heads.
A sea of contradiction.
A vault of experience ,
The journey not over.
I seek the title of