How do i feel
after love has been accepted and murdered;
vanquished not treasured?
Will i be the same after this dissection,
carefully put back together
so that my outlook is as caring,
my mind both blind and insightful?
What was and what i should become
scarring me so that the past and the future
will be defeated
My memories will visit history too often
whilst one foot muddles ahead
and the real me will be bound to the moment
where sorrow and dreams meet as lovers
…and breathe in madness.