Lost at Sea

Lost at sea, I gave you my all and failed to maintain a connection with the real me. My impermanence refuses to allow for me to remain enamoured by you, I lost my sense of judgment for someone so untrue. Unencumbered now as that was long ago; I am better suited to reap whatever I sow. I placed my trust in your hands, as you sharpened your blade on my neck; the cause of death for many a knave, I am no longer your prisoner, yet still my own slave. I gave you my prize, hoping that it would guarantee many years ahead, and a life that is seemingly secure. I was lied to and mistaken, as I reflect in retrospect and realize that I was forsaken. Our Eden held promise, we could have survived in our very own Paradise without a fight. Instead, you defiled my Heaven with your Hell; betrayed me, assuring that my secrets you would not tell. Like a knife, you cut so deep, causing internal bleeding; I blame myself for being so weak. Meek no more, I will stand up for all that I believe in; sing my reprieve and wipe my tears on my sleeve. You passed all my tests and filtered like gold through my sieve, until your true colours emerged and I saw that you were merely a thief. You stole my time, lost forever like the memories that have since faded away. They mesh with my dreams, confusing my reality and offering me no solace in the waking hours between sleeps. You were a wolf disguised as a sheep, your intentions always malicious, spiteful until the bitter end. I can only pray that one day we will make amends, and possibly even remain friends. This is but a wish in my well, as your stubbornness refuses to allow you to mend my heart's cursed spell. I toiled against the grain, hoping to keep you sane; exhausted my blood, sweat and tears to fill your world with cheer. I must now pinch myself to ensure that I stay awake, as I drag the remnants of my dignity out from the depths of my own mistakes. I used to think I would learn from every experience that came my way, until the very day that you crossed my path and filled my life with disarray. I will attempt to put my best foot forth, balanced on the fence as my raft slowly makes its way to land. I walk ashore as the tide ebbs and flows, no longer yearning for your touch, I take my own hand as I begin to understand that no man is an island.