What's Left of Me

What’s Left of Me

Navigating storms
Treading waters
Calm and fierce riptides
Washed ashore, standing on the edge of the deep end
Gauging temperatures and temperament
Lost and found in you again
No map to guide all the places you hide
Reality of the nothingness that exist
What was shows no comforting familiarity
Time only reveals the little lies
Monumental to accepting fates of parting shapes
Our words faltering in half hearted exchange
Eyes have closed, hearts crashing at the soles of our being
Striking the ground, we try to wash our dirty hands of the sin
Breeding places of mistrust
Reflecting on greener eyes that held and studied
Silhouetted flowers admired in the dusk
A brush of warmth with soft whispers of adoration
To the stark backdrop of your disappearing acts
Punctured, paper cutouts framed in uncertainty
Obstacles, roadblocks and hazardous warnings in your actions
Pushing squeaky peddles in frozen time, circling chaos of repetitive patterns
The poisonous bordered embrace
Upon toxic lips of fake intimacy
Replaying the images in mind
Bodies collide and take place on their own side
Salt of tears to sea
Resurrecting what you left of me.