Codependency,
a treadmill of deceit,
tears of repetition,
yet a cycle of pain.

Sins and strain,
on souls, we stain,
though we try,
the ink is dry.

Speak now or forever hold your peace,
a hard lesson learned,
when for love,
you still yearn.

Though the void appears empty,
sifting through the nothing,
yields jewels most would miss.

Shattered thoughts and dreams,
draw blood from fingertips,
some glued together,

Coming to fruition,
others swept under the rug,
or washed away with tears.