You've clouded my mind
for the first time, in a long time.
I'm falling apart
picking up the pieces of my broken heart.

Never again will I open up
my soul to such terrible luck,
for a man as perfect and as blind.
You hold my essence in this tight bind.

I can see your lovely face.
I can hear your swimming voice.
I can remember ever place.
I can feel my fleeting choice.

Do you ever run out of space
for another tally mark?
Or is it a treasure case
for necklaces on your guitar?