we are disintegrating in a barren land
well known now, to a broken man
doubting ourselves and blaming the stars
that took from us what we thought was ours
you politely ask for your love back
i cringe as your sweet voice cracks
and contorts into a soft hiss
then lean in for one last kiss
a myriad of faces, left behind
rot in the jail which is my mind
i shed a tear for i'll never find
what i'm really looking for;
your wounds are still sore
you are but a memory
lost in the bittersweet chapters
of a someone else's story
