As I listen to the soft raspy voices sing songs of love and despair.

My eyes well up with tears and my eyes replay memories when I had you in front of me.

When I had you loving me and worshipping the very floor I walked upon.

Gazing at night stars and the moon in my horizon never erase your image from my mind.

Time in an hour glass slipping slowly but choosing when it wants to speed up,

Those days that I believed in fairy tales have withered away and yellowed just like the pages they were written on centuries ago.

Reality has hit me hard, like my face landing on concrete. Splat!

Beauty and life disfigured.

I work like a drone, trying to analyze and fit the broken pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Metaphor for how you left my heart

Torn apart

Because you're true heart desired to ruin everything good.

Good in me.