Tilted

Jaded gripped edges

Internal emotional commotion of the misdirected senses seeking salvation in the arms of any and all contenders.

Shortly after the fantasy fades and we must not settle.

Countless compassionate casualties spilled tears and new fears emerge.

Oh the reckless nights.

Lies are uttered that our reasoning lied with a missing home.

Yet behind the walls of deceit the truth took shelter. Anything to numb the pain that swore of departure and remained visible.

It was convenient in those dark times to think only of yourself. Made being cold something easy like breathing. Though the rancid remarks and rouge romps eventually fell hollow.

The shell you made was still lingering.

What can you ask of it but to seek out substance in itself.

Heartbreaking the reality, that substance has long since walked into the sunset.