Unraveling, tumbling
With the pull of a single thread
That started with my heart
Untwines within my head
The fabric of my being
Has paid the price for love
Once an armor of conviction
Now a tattered worn-out glove
The pillars of my life -
Ransom for you heart -
Have toppled, now lay crumbled
Disheveled, torn apart
Perforating memories
Have tunneled through my soul
Intoxicating images
Can never fill this hole
If only I could sew together
These elusive glimmer-dreams
A patchwork idol - real enough...
My life...mended in its seams
I guess I am attempting to present the time after a relationship, when looking back, one realizes how much was given up, and how much of themselves was lost...and it was all worth it to have the relationship; however, when the relationship is gone, there is nothing, only a shattered sense of self and torturous memories. Morbid, but true - speaking from experience...
