water bullets

"what is your worth?" they whisper to me
the outward voices are so much more profound,
but it's the inner i seek.
my worth, i no longer know.
she held it long ago,
but frail hearts collapse under the weight of respite
oh, but despite our longings, separation.
come, now, sleep...
I must now find who I am, who I will be,
whatever love, passion, befall me.