Words in Vain

 and again 

I am talking alone

not really being heard

nor near to be understood

outflows and overflows

from the bottom of my throat and heart

while there is an implosion of thoughts in my head

I try to hide my emotions

with eyeliner, red lipstick and a poker face

making up another tale to be distraught

from the incoherence of the affections from those I cherish

sometimes it seems I am nurturing real love on my own

too intense and detail-oriented? yes

not receiving due attention? also

reciprocal? not exactly

outflows and overflows

from the bottom of my throat and heart

feels like my words are in vain

because I am talking alone again

not really being heard

nor near to be understood 

just words in vain again