Lost in a battle
between what is
And what used to be.

Inbetween the cracks
Of my hearts desire
I linger
Between the faithfulness
Of a love song
And the suicide
Of a love that went wrong.

My hands are gripping
For something to hold,
Something unbreakable,
Unmakeable
Something unique.

I'm lost between visions
of your happy faces,
like filling an entire page
with empty spaces.

I'm lost like a train
on a one way track-
Without direction,
without turning back

I'm confused with words
like a foreign language spoken
I'm confused with your love
Which has left me broken

Broken between what is-
And what it used to be.