Reflection of The Stone

I am a terrible person when divided between a heart that screams and reaches and a mind that pushes foreign behaviors and want for unknowns.

Ashamed of the starving soul that needed to feed on others leering back from a mirrors reflection at my back as I bury the pieces of the lost in my hollow chest to replenish what's lost to my own.

Never giving anything worth keeping to those that give me everything, leaving them empty as once was me.

My intentions always intended purity, to find what was missing and lost in me.

I caress their memories with my beating chest and bleed endlessly from the scars they left me when I left.

Unknowest to me many died while still drawing breaths for my happiness, and this is a burden not held lightly lingering always on my shoulders.

I have only loved once, and what was missing could never be found in the pieces of others I've broken, but in the chest of a man responsible for my happiness, but also once and long my broken.

It was only a matter of time I stop lying to myself and embrace the arms I wrap myself in in my dreams.

In giving to my heart, submitting to all that is true, I hurt the undeserving turning him to stone in my place.

I meant no pain...

for my lies....

my disillusion...

The confusion....

The coldness left by my hand...

 I am forever...

Apolegetic and burdened, pained by the self inflicted wounds I put on my soul in memory of you.