island.

lost in translation,

blood drips from the word,

i feel like i'm dying,

but i know it's absurd.

i want to ask for help

but i'm miles away,

see, my mind is an island,

no matter what you say.

the island looks beautiful,

petals scattered around.

and the calm of the ocean

is such a wonderful sound.

the sunlight pours in,

through the gleam of the leaves,

and the sand glows a bright yellow,

it's all anyone hopes to receive.

but as you stay longer,

you begin to understand

why the island is inhabitable,

a dangerous land.

the petals are off the flowers,

leaving only the thorns,

all because of a mistake,

a love that i forever shall mourn.

the ocean was beautiful

until it began to overflow,

engulfing the island

to where it barely even shows.

the sunlight is gleaming,

but not on the trees;

it shows the depth of each shadow,

what the eyes didn't see.

sometimes i think about how

before, it was you and me,

we would fight the dangers together,

you alone were the key.

but right as you leave,

almost as if it's on cue,

the dangers turn to face me

all because of a simple failed "i love you."