Unlocked yet torn,
It was a tainted love,
Leaving me forlorn,
Picking up the pieces of what was now corrupt.
Feeling foolish,
Undesirable beyond belief,
Though I seemed childish,
Unwrapped by my own grief.
Now I have set the stage,
As I always do,
Studying it beyond its rage,
Feeling uninspired by you,
As I turn the page.
It is a bitter sweet melody,
A haunted web together we weave,
Through its unchained but enchanted symphony,
All that is left is remembering how to live again and breathe!