Coded

When you leave, there’s no sun in my sky  
But warm fire flies are left aside  
You run marathons, that no one can outdo  
I’m cheering you on from the side line view  
“Come on! Come on! Run right through!” - To be fair, that’s all you can do  
Cos in my mind, you’re not really you      
        
Smiling ear to ear, then you break in two        
         
Your eyes fall off as they unscrew        
         
Shattered to pieces, those pieces flew        
         
The meaning of this was misconstrued        
Panicking, I have to fix you        
         
The shards resist, they refuse to glue        
My skin form browns to royal blue        
         
You disappear. Exposing the hole inside        
Screams in mind become amplified        
         
Tears crystallise, shattering on the floor        
Heart shrivels and becomes no more        
“what is this, a metaphor?”        
I didn’t understand theretofore        
         
Looking back, I found the issue        
You’re not my lover, my mind’s the tissue        
Absorbing the thoughts my heart will claim        
Cos mental health just has no shame        
B A L A N C E – minds desired acclaim        
Or I will be the one to blame...