Sometimes I feel like
a tragedy need befall me
for others
to see
me.
In come the thoughts
of my own misadventure,
then comes the love
phantasmal
thirst quencher.
Independent to a fault,
uplifted by your sound,
and when push comes to shove
I find the firm ground.
Only alone
do the true tears shed,
just enough to find peace
before I bed.