My heart weeps little red tears at the sight
of your worthless attempt, fighting the good fight.
I’m not worth saving because I was never yours.
I’m drifting away gently to uncharted shores.
Salty little samples of unhealthy emotions
left on pillows for each of my notions.
You think you’re losing me, but I was never yours.
I’m simply an idea that your weakness adores.
We’re both stepping forward, yet so far apart,
with a path of red tears leading back to my heart.