Eclipse of the Past

My mirror image can’t even look me in the eyes and the stars, they don’t want to kiss me back the silver ring on my left-hand, is turning purplish-black for the tear drops, they still fall like the frozen ice so it took a walk with the mountains of delusion as the moon makes its face, the shadows disappear but I sat on the woods, talking to myself- imagination for the winds hurts just like the spare what did you think my heart is made for, is it just a container for the blood it conceals so many hurts, yet that red sheet matter for you were the one I still come home to, if it feels any better the thoughts went dark, the heart went numb, then the love cold only to stand, look past the broken trust and felt the face it hits just like a tornado-for you were my first time with a hand holding spirit and a chest full of weed-less peace but I moved on and you in your delirium-bitter as lime.