She made me want to tear my eyes out. Burn myself in the streets in effigy to her beauty. I was left beaten and broken after 5 years of love. The mornings are as unbearable as the screeching of a child you cannot comfort. But lo, did I not know of the contempt in heart for me. How a person could feign affection for so long and to what end. There is no putting these broken lives back together. In a far away land I sweat profusely without the comfort of a friend as tear ducts become dried up lake beds. New horrors await and children grow up far to quick. What lessons did you learn?, tell me one day when you look back and wonder about the ghosts you left in your wake. Promises evaporate in this stifling heat, remember that person stole more than your heart. Irrevocable is the course and distraught is the compass. Fascinating speed of change as compared to the dull minutes that constitute an existence without love. Bloated are the content ones, merrily do they become sloths and gluttons with undeserved love and loyalty. Skeletons they make out of the discarded, drained corporeal beings. So with a glance we can discern what should have been and what will never be.