weary heart.

the falling droplets of rain.
racing towards the dampened earth.
for the past few days, like my own tears.
consistent, cold.
unrelenting.

the freezing morning dew is biting.
it wraps my bones and my skin.
but it's nothing compared to the chill that i'm feeling now.
for what i've done to you, it's just what i deserve.
and i can't help feeling sorry for myself.

uncertainty is filling my lines.
confused and numb.
stuck inside your hazel eyes.

my hearts grown weary.
my mind is, too.
maybe it's from thinking too much of you.