some things are not meant to be found

like pandoras box.
you wonder how long you will last
until you open.
it may not be a box but a heart.
and when you do they mock you, the laughter
they proceed,
is what hurts the most
like the death and lesser hope
inside pandoras box.

you can wait for hours,
as i wipe my lips, for
the last time i get
sick from your awry
stare.
what's wrong with me?
i couldn't say.


'all things lost are meant to be found...' Find my heart tonight...