Is not knowing my own truth
My own lies
My own demise

The issue in my brain
Makes it hard to move past
The toxic waste,
When you devout
More than your heart
And are left
With nothing
But scars

The issue in my soul
Becomes overpowered
and unmatched
When I know
I won’t be the man
With my hand
Grazing your waist
As we step
Into the light
For our last dance

And the issue at hand
Is that I won’t stop loving you
Even after you took my heart
                    And..
                                      ..Ran.