Disassemble
A single stray tear streaming down a scarred cheek
the quick sting of walking on a brisky, cold March morning
the symbolic start of disintegration, end of bold sanity for the month
The very definition of the label: loser
it all began in this torturous time frame
Why was she bothered to be known and loved
Sarah...the pain rushes to brain and throat for the audacity of mentioning her name
like a fresh, clean, small paper cut; it still inflicts damage
Sarah...a beloved serenity now a breathing bedeviled ruination
A trick to severe, reject, disassemble her clingy, tainted memories
lost like a child in the vast woods
The loser, the dreadful fated loser has yet to deteriorate
he forever remains the same for the regret
the solemn voicing the confirmation to reveal
his pathetic name, initials carved into her arm
the permanent scar she can't eradicate
Simultaneously, she's the memory impossible to obliterate
neither are the nights to where an imaginary gun
was placed under the chin, to the temple; cocked and ready for the trigger to be pulled
The words prescribed for the decrease of sanity, unable to be erased from history
they are recorded in forms of affection, dejection
The frequent nightmares, the arguments, the fights, the threats
the mental breakdown, feeling as if the tissues connecting the heart and mind
slowly rip apart and rendered useless, inevitable to outrun
Useless...a reoccurring dream, a reminder for being no one, nothing
just a Silhouette in a head; a writer with a face and an unknown name
Invisibility was always claimed to be shrouded from...(sigh) ...from...Sarah...
a bedeviled ruination and traitorous serenity
At every turn, open heart surgery was performed
with harsh words and crippling actions acting as spears
It would've been easier for her to push them recklessly off the cliff at our tryst
Their tryst...he still craves to go back, crave its landscape, to jump-off
it wouldn't be the same...it wouldn't be the same
She was once everything then she was made stolen
and declaration was fin' to the situation
Happiness has never entered again...
Happiness has never entered again...
Happiness has never entered again...
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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