Porcelain tears piercing through
Clouded, profounded, steps taken further
Identity ******
Worse that could happen
Trap doors, sealed exits
Complexity overdue
Overtaken
Shaken in his boots
Roots go back, untrackable
Black is the shade she liked
Black is what tore them apart.

Heart shaped bandages, branded by her lips
Tulips in the winter printed midsummer
Split ends, defendant in position
Opposed, proposed, handful of roses
Not the flowers
Not in his power.

Bland taste
Another weekend has been wasted
Every bar in the corner, his mind is sober
Stays unbreakable, stays to be let down
Piloting the journey from passenger seat
Observing, not really knowing what's in front of him
Needs a trim to take control
But can't get a hold
Can't find his soul nor the calling to try any harder.

A barber doesn't cut it
Storms are blowing, unfolding the nature that's him
Undeserving of the kind
Blind to others who share the same set of fate
And when they call out a name
She says it's him who's to blame
Hence the pain, waves of migraine
Keeping her up for days
Because regardless of his actions
He's who she fell for
He's who she secretly keeps under her pillow
To never forget that she's a widow.