Inputs and Outputs

The wet dew on your lips

Symbolizes my vulnerability

With eyes locked; the key thrown away

With beating hearts I thought was to remain

Like a cut

Like a sting

bruising behind a stream

With no main input

But the output remains the same

To reject one's sympathy

Love

A chance to pursue

Or waste away.

Why waste it?

When my heart stayed intact

Where did yours fly to?

Did you not deem me as worth it

As distance took your voice with it?