Changing

I'm clueless. "Where to begin?"

I've fallen apart again.

Attached at the hip, conjoined, laced.

Belittled, misery's embrace.

Welcoming of a new face.

Rebound, ghosted, hosted, "I'm sad."

None shall grievance the way I had.

Sense of belonging I needed of you.

A helping hand, a reason to un-rue.

Waiting endless, a conscience coincidence.

Passion derailed upon righteous incidence.

"Yes," my world, "Goodbye," the one we live.

Atrocity, anarchy, troubled chagrin.

I gave you every piece of me unrecognized,

changed with your demanding need, to be advised.

By: Victor Aguilar