Looking in I see much chaos
Untidy memories that litter empty spaces
The gaps in my mind are full of indictment
Stern admonishments under self-discrimination
For I left you in pieces
I am bitter, like the pulp of Aloe Vera
Tart, like vinegary lime pickles
Sour as out of season Pineapples
Blended to create a caustic tang of self-loathing
Broken promises have injured my soul
Blasted holes through it
Shredded it in pieces
That it can no longer catch the wind
No longer sail my dreams
Blemishes have spread like cancer
On its surface, slowly turning to wax
The flesh of my heart
And I survive in pieces
Broken Promises have stripped me of faith
For I no longer believe in words wielded to express
The power of love, or the sanctity of a pledge
Neither do I have faith in things unseen
Not emotions, not inspiration, not God
Not even faith in faith itself.
Broken promises have shattered the mirror
Of my placid consciousness
It lies in pieces
And I can no longer discern what’s real
Day’s disappear behind dark hills
Sinking into deep shadows
And with each new dawn your image becomes
More and more indistinct
Broken promises distort my thoughts
And consume my very existence
I think of you in pieces
Love you in pieces.