I walked away and haven't looked back.
I've taken a step in your direction.
An inspiration dripping to a trickle.
I'm but one of the jarred hearts in your collection.

Eventually I won't know the face before me.
When I do finally see you again.
Like two pieces of shattered Glass.
Never to fit back together.

I took a step into the misty black night.
Persevering through the wintered hearts.
Shrouding myself in others empty flesh.
Looking confused just floundering in parts.

Of those that extend my own perception.

I found a new self.
One proud to be broken.
Tenderness and the many cracks.
Soothed with a bitter token.

I am the most imperfect I've ever imagined.
Lost in my endless selfish nature.
The hopes I'd be happy with a love and a smile.