Fallacies and fall outs.

Settling into a rejection
 gazing at the times
I held you back or the times
I held out for you.
Fresh salty drops forming their usual curve.
 I pulled out that ache out of the sack.



 You always changed
 like a chameleon
 you were pink, violet yet at times you were blood red.
Your eyes were always moist
 every time you looked at me
I could see a flicker
 it pierced through me
like a needle
 surprisingly warm.
You had a very talkative pair of lips
 they cared less, spoke more.
 On the other hand you were also the breeze
the cool and the calm
the quick and the curious.
And you were my person
the one who made me cry
made me laugh
made me fight
 made me sad
 Every failing of yours made me furious
cos when it was you, it was me.


 I struggled through the last verses of acceptance
 it threw me very far.
Of course there were remnants,
broken memories and a birthday card.