The Mess That He Left

I know that you want me.

I can see it in your eyes.

I can feel it in your touch.

Can you hear it in my sighs?

But I need you to know

I’ve been cut down to the core.

My wound refuses to heal,

But who bothers keeping score?

He stole my will and my all.

I’m held captive by this never-ending fall.

I made my home on the floor.

What does it mean to be okay anymore?

I cry every night

But each morning I get dressed for the fight.

I feel hopeless but am I defeated?

My days are repeated.

How much longer will this continue?

Or will you start my life anew?

Drying my tears

Burned souvenirs

A seed in the sand

You offered your hand

Why do you want me? A tragedy?

What do you see in the stains and the scars,

His cruel collection of all our memoirs?

I can love you if you ask me to.

You’ve cleared a path and revived my last breath.

Why are you cleaning the mess that he left?

Disappointed, abandoned

Sorrow has been my most faithful companion.

I’m acquainted well with pain.

When he left, I could count on her to remain.

My heart is so spent.

I’m tired. I’ve paid every price to repent.

I don’t want to try to love anymore.

I’m weary of this war.

My thinning dark blood spills as merlot.

Can I know, are you friend or foe?

Sweeping up shards

Acting vanguard

My sycamore view

A kind gift from you

Why do you want me? A tragedy?

What do you see in the stains and the scars,

His cruel collection of all our memoirs?

I can love you if you ask me to.

You’ve cleared a path and revived my last breath.

Why are you cleaning the mess that he left?

I’m alone but not lonely.

It’s not your responsibility to fix me

Never been of any worth.

I belong to the dust of the earth. Love’s stillbirth.

There’s nothing left of me to break.

No harm done if it all has been fake.

I’ve been broken over and over and over til I’m nothing but sand.

Please help me understand.

Why do you want me? A tragedy?

What do you see in the stains and the scars,

His cruel collection of all our memoirs?

I can love you if you ask me to.

You’ve cleared a path and revived my last breath.

Why are you cleaning the mess that he left?

Please don’t lie to me.

Please don’t play me casually.

It’s my turn to be the melody.

Will you be the man nobody else would be?