Pieces every place I run
You and what we had
Linger on my possessions
Fall apart
I'm sad

To naked eye nothing stands out
Look closer
Something's amiss
In objects are stories
Traces of you I miss

Floor littered with clothing
Like discarded Kleenex used
Outside window leaves are blown
Catastrophe makes me confused

Where you once lay in my bed
Memories created wrinkled art
Broken promises collected like coins
They weigh down dusty heart

For anyone else wouldn't cry
Or waste time feeling blue
Since you abandoned me
Can't see any other hue

Birth new doubt inside
Is it my fault you fled?
Mirror reflects my flaws in answer
"Yes" already in my head

Myth merging with mixed facts
It makes it hard to tell
Death from miserable life led
Both feel exactly like hell

Is a lie all romance ever was to you?
To me was nothing more real
Bared my most vulnerable parts
Soul a secret you wouldn't reveal

Because you are expert in manipulation
Those around used to your benefit
Made me believe I was special
I was really only a target

Part of deception
Compliments you'd pay
Had total faith in your sincerity
Until instant you went away

Circle of life progressing forward
Without presence or not
Seems like the globe has stopped spinning
It's only me stuck in the same spot

If what you gave was only greif
How can I still desire that vice?
Suppose just because happiness is an illusion
Does not make it feel any less nice

Can I put rest to this heartache?
Nothing but clouds for miles
If storm carries on like this
Will drown while I am exiled

The you within the costume worn
Separated by layers
Walls
Worse the deeper I determinedly dig
Stacked like Russian nesting dolls

My unrealistic expectations and I
Draw back in disgust
Sit so far from where we started
Pile of mistakes where there once was trust

Are you satisfied with outcome?
Experiencing no shadows or weight
Someday you'll wake up with a mouthful of remorse
Tasting sorry a little too late

Of the hurt I've felt by your hand
Bruised ego and bleeding heart
No devastation compares to this
Torture of being apart