You're behind bars of glass
glass that's been smashed from time that's passed,
glass that's fallen to dusk and is no more than broken

No more broken than your heart of fragile ivory
a strong material - but
a material that's been hit and crushed
yet somehow manages to repair itself

Everything's broken and the vehicle you're driving
is not a car, or a plane or a vehicle at all
but you've gone down the wrong road some how
And you've crashed.

Did you intend for an 'us'?
Did you see the point?
You know, at first when we were naive,
Or was I just another 'one'?

I promised myself that I didn't need you,
I didn't need you to complete me,
But I subconsciously let down my walls,
As you fought your way to my heart.

I remember our bodies pressed against each other,
The warmth of your skin pressed against the chill of mine,
I gave you my first and possibly my last,
Now all that's left is regret.

I woke up this afternoon,
To discover your message,
I had stressed you out and my heart went under sabotage,
I can't help but think it wasn't what you said it was.

You went on to call me your best friend,
And didn't flinch once when i said the word,
The first hit of denial has faded,
I was never good enough.

As one door closes, another opens,
Occasionally slammed in your face,
Sometimes not closed to the fullest, leaving a creak,
You can't fit through, wrong time, wrong place.

But following every ending, comes a beginning,
Often coming with purpose, another pathway to life,
Another road to failure, success,
A road to peace, to strife.

But some have no purpose,
Although, that's how it seems,
As if you're wasting keys on broken locks,
Chasing after dead dreams.

Starts will always finish,
You will doubt and apprehend,
Don't over think beginnings,
They'll always have an end.

I put out my dead cigarette,
And suddenly inhale her fragrance, her scent,
It brings back memories of mistakes, broken promises,
Like a half read book of time badly spent.

Her forlorn cries masked as innocence,
Play back in my nostalgic mind,
The tears streaming down her rosy cheeks,
Remind me of the truth I must find.

The truth she had hidden in the locket of her heart,
Of which she forgot to mention I hadn't the key,
Yet still my work was continuous for her love,
That another woman had claimed before me.

I feel my spine shudder violently,
As these are moments I'd rather forget,
The half read book of mistakes, broken promises, badly spent time,
Remind me of you, my only regret.