Torched But Born Anew

You could say from a glance that my life is fine and care free,

But the world and its inhabitants are not what they seem to be.

I guess you could say Im a wreck,

And that all that is alive is the lamp that casts light on my desk.

Nothing is ever how it seems to be, 

And Its so hard for you to see.

The massive effect that you have on me,

The constant mask that still obscures my ability to see.

It seems that even now you still have a hold,

Even after we have both sown up these emotional wounds that 

Still tend to rip open and spread the cold.'

Yes, I have her,

But I am still struggling to be released from this blur.

We have spent a year and a bit together and everything was a hit,

And now we have sadly split.

I honestly am done with the constant mind games you play,

With you always switching between wanting me to go and then stay.

Well as the sun goes down on the Earth today,

This Bridge between us is burned and frayed.

Our worlds are separate and will never be anew,

We float on our own little islands out in space we both know this to be true.

I have her, 

And you, someone new.

I wish you all the best, 

Now set me free of this mask and let the pain ease in my chest.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and sad story told in the poetry.
"Well as the sun goes down on the Earth today,
This Bridge between us is burned and frayed."
The above lines stood out to me. Burned and frayed. This place cannot be repaired. Thank you Edward for sharing your excellent poetry.
Coyote