Waves and dreams

fade away.

When the wind blows

they crash on the shore.

 

I sat on a rock

and watched children at play.

 

Footprints are many

and can walk a thousand miles.

But still, the water

would wash the footprints away

As if no one had walked

on the shoreline.

 

I walked by.

Confused.

 

And as I sat down.

Confused.

 

I thought to myself.

My old habits

are hard to die.

A sinner's past

will haunt them,

if they let it.

 

I cried as I realized

who I really am.

I wept.

It hurt.

 

It hurt

as I was getting stabbed in the heart

a trillion times.

Maybe.

 

My heart bled green.

Green blood.

Green dirty blood.

And it hurt.

 

I've heard of a word.

Catharsis.

Can hearts do a set of catharsis?

I bet it would hurt.

 

I dread it.

 

And as a white lie passes by.

You think it's not big at all.

 

You're a liar.