Someone Nobody Sees

I shared my heart with you

On the tip of my finger

Did you like that?

I guess not. I'm Old News and I feed it. I try to scroll through my emotions but this glass that exists between us is fogged with a rose coloured filter and I can't see the truth, only my own reflection as the moment fades to black. Inspiration fails me and flashbacks bombard me, maybe because it's a Friday. How hard can it be to think of a way to caption this feeling. I need to chill but the stream that I chose to dip into is cold and unforgiving with no purpose other than to sweep me through life, watching those around me confidently swimming, butterfly stroke, whilst I feel like I'm drowning.