Upon shipwreck-shores I lay my heart for all to see. And with it too in counterpart shall lay the essence of my humanity.

A soul once proud now withered in full view of indecency, torn and rung out by all that love has revealed itself to be.

This gilded facade measured so carefully as to keep intact only upon a surface of beauty less than skin-deep has made its mark.

And so I tip my hat to exception, hung up on the rack of broken dreams with expectation and reality for company bittersweet.