Empty carcass of full defeat
From lives of loveless solitude lost at sea
For if the sea were my tears, I would take you away
On a sailboat made of my heartstrings to play

You graffiti my person with sweet venom you speak
I try and walk away, but like in a circle…you  just keep coming.
For when the hurricane of  pain hits, its simply a breeze
Because love mends those more than harsh things.

The things that ache in the 3am hour.
The things that make you sit on the floor in the shower.
These splinters that are fragmented into your soul,
Are nothing more of a reflection of our relationships toll.

Yet, my heart anchored in the tears you’ve cried over me
I sleep with the wolves howl of your heartbeat
Because the sorrow of loss and emptiness without you
Is far more than a few splinters stuck in our shoe.