The search is coming to an end, you have found yourself content with a hurt you can not mend.
I first came to you, hoping for a change, with a love worthy enough to exchange, and now I am left fighting this battle from with in .
Promises were made, emotions were played, and the after math of what once lived lies dormant .
Pulling the weight from both sides, contemplating the love you speak of, and where this love resides .
“if it isn’t broke, then don’t try to fix it”, it is I, the one wishing and wondering that is broken,
while you take the whole of me, I only hear thoughts of words unspoken .
You played the string of my heart, tore my dreams apart, and smothered the flame from this candle which burned with the notion of truth .
The stillness of the air contours the pillow where once lay your head, with clarity of your hearts intent, Filled with your scent, a momentary reminder of the battle I face within.