Forgotten Values.

Why do you cry?

Your tears seem to fill the dam,

and your wails top it off.

The self hatred for yourself pushes through,

and breaks the wall of that dam.

The dam breaks,

and so does your last love for yourself.

The village of people you once knew,

is washed away.

You forget your values,

you forget people love;

their village is washed away

by your broken dam.

Your thoughtful dreams wash out beside that village,

and your mindful essence falls under;

what you once thought of yourself,

only holds in the water,

but not in reality.

Luckily,

water holds memories;

and those memories will always lurk,

for while your vanity lurks in the back of your mind,

better the back

than nothing.

But what cannot confide in the back

is me,

because my one response

is if you can't love for yourself,

I will always love

for two.