Crumble

I never understand.

Yet I live along the way,

I'd be thankful.

Sad only when I can't continue,

and become sick of everything.

I've had enough of it,

love, most of the time.

Tap with rhythm,

trance along the rhyme.

I built my bridge,

it crumbles on and on.

Stop loving again,

I'll go heartless once more.

But who cares?

Nobody does.

Not even you,