I wish you could be a fly;
A fly on the wall of my life
To see what you have made me
What would you think now?
What would you feel?
Anger
Sadness
Resentment
Or happiness
For me or perhaps in spite
Because now you’re free
My shattered heart
Compounded by the taps of dancing feet
Bleeds slowly these past months
Thoughts of destruction
And denial
Have dissipated
Leaving me with a shell
Of broken dreams
A bruised ego
And a list of might-have-been’s
With Poignancy gone
All that’s left are scars;
The kind that fade, but never heal
So douse my eyes in lilac dew
And maybe I’ll awake to love another
But chances are slim
For you are all I’ve ever seen
And so my head is swimming
Full of the millions of thoughts
From which my life is made:
Accusations of this reality
And my everlasting love for you