As reality comes
Crashing down
I am torn.
Torn between it
And the faint hope
Which may remain.
My trust,
Shattered,
Into a million and one pieces.
Tears roll
As I rush to gather them
But my trembling hands
Can only hold a million.
That remainder,
That one,
Still skittering away,
To hide in the shadows,
Takes with it
A piece of my heart,
The piece that cared.
I am torn.

Do I drop one piece
I hold
To regain one piece
I lost
And close the wound?
Or do I leave it as I feel?

I cannot love
What is not really there
I cannot love
A fabrication
I cannot love
A lie.

You knew this,
I told you this,
I warned you.
And you lied through it all.
So I ask you.
Look in my hands
At these million
Jagged pieces.
What do I do,
Where do I go from here?

~040500~ rev. ~121400~