I’m not even going to dignify this with a title,
you don’t deserve that.
and it wasn’t even a pleasant picture worth the attempt and turmoil.
From every angle I viewed the situation:
“Oh, perhaps if I stretch myself even thinner
all the cracks will be covered
and you will become beautiful again.”
I didn’t care about myself, only making you
and the caustic future of “us”
I’m not going to dance around the issue,
you were (are) completely fucking crazy.
And I didn’t care! Was I the lunatic here?
I invested so much into you, so much of myself
that I didn’t see your frame of
beautifully pitiful stained glass.
Apparently my voice didn’t ring loud enough,
you certainly already had others in your head telling you otherwise.