Breakaway

Falling apart, ripping at the seams, as I accept the mess that's left behind from another broken dream. The tears fail to come for these eyes refuse to weep for someone who's decided that I am not worth the effort to keep. I made an effort to change, only saw you in my mind and heart, but our fears materialized, so it was over before it could even start. The sadness I possess in watching our fairy tale fail, makes me wonder, and question whether love will ever prevail. True to myself, I refuse to sacrifice more than I have inside, when it seems so easy for you to accept that our future has already died. With no hope in your eyes, you easily say goodbye, real love seldom appears, and is hard to come by. I will be here when, and if, you ever need a friend, but until then I hang my head low in defeat, and accept that this is the end. You win, another triumph under your belt, the queen of spade arrives, as I count my blessings, cut my losses, and smile as the cards have been dealt. Devastated with dismay, I assumed you were my shining knight, until you extinguished the flame that was still burning so bright. I left all that I knew, took a risk, to give love a chance, how naive of me to partake in this foolish lover's dance. In the end, and in time, hopefully you will come to see our love sublime. Just another casualty of Cupid and Eros, we could have conquered the world, and risen to the rank of heroes. Alexander the Great, and Joan of Arc, mere mortals compared to you and I, but instead you have chosen to pull the cord, bringing down our skies. Darkness fills the voids, and the holes that hide behind the cracks, as my white blood cells give up, and prepare for attack. The oxytocin still flows freely, created freshly whenever I dare to appreciate you, once so colourful and vibrant, our love has been replaced by the least appealing hues. The chimney is full of smoke, as we struggle to breathe from the smoke filling our lungs, towards the end, we became as difficult to comprehend as if we were solely communicating in tongues. I have my dignity, and I know what I deserve, while your emotions fluctuate, from what I have observed of your verve. My liver fails first, from the drinks you claim we enjoyed more than the rest, then my brain from racking it, and all of your jealous tests. We could have been the best but instead we dispossessed. My vulnerability undressed, as you silently screamed about this house arrest. Over, adieu, I cannot tolerate much more, of being made to feel as common as this Friday's whore. I choose to channel my energy into something more positive for me, accept the first amendment, and pursue my right to be happy. I could have given you the world, and been your oyster with never ending pearls. Yet silence killed the cat, not curiosity this time, I am the newest amputee, love's casualty as the result of this war crime. Heinous, and malice were no strangers to our love, joined by their cousin jealousy, it was inevitable that push would turn to shove. You may think I am alone, but being alone is the only way to be, as I pack my bags and leave, in the name of being free. Everything is illuminated, the all seeing eye predicted our fall, as you poked, and prodded at me, whilst thinking you were as escalated as Nepal. I cannot sit idly by, and watch a good thing fall apart, but I see that I have succumbed to another magician of the black arts. Curse me, then release me, twist my arms like I am a doll, then take a bow, and say goodbye, final curtain call. Manipulate me once, shame on me, do it again, and I have no choice but to leave. Accept your faults, as I have become privy to do, or watch your world fall asunder, the picture slightly askew. Straighten out the frame, before you attempt to do this again, there is nobody left to blame, I wish we had not hesitated to stray from being humane. There are no hard feelings, I will support you around the bends, but I love you, I do, so I have no choice but to agree that this is the end.