Disillusionment,
hope is burst, deflated floating to the frost bidden ground.
Grey is omnipresent here, there is no Land of Oz to drag you from reality;
just guilt just responsibility of a burden that was not mine.
To flourish in the dark is precarious, teetering on the edge of oblivion,
no safety net to catch your emotions as they swim in the depths of the ocean,
or shield them from the stream of logic residing in your currents.
Golden glitter sprinkled on my palm,your fairy dust is enticing but a drug I must stop.
The first step is admitting your addiction.
I have to give you up.
Let you go.
Put my memories somewhere close but far away.
Shake the remnants of the highs you gave me shining coins a midst the sea of dullness and focus on the downers,the lows that left me empty,wounded,
Blunted.
Often, I retrace our path that brought us here,our mistakes and trespasses  streetlights lighting up our way.
It's time.
now it's time.
I have nothing left to give.