Adventures through the dark side.

Your story left me confused and worn down,

chained me to a quiet fear of ever seeking safety.

I became a collector of all the broken things,

while forgetting my own need to be mended.

Memories that should have taught me to run

drove me deeper into ruin through giving.

Watching you drift slowly toward your final fall,

pulled me after those desperate to jump.

Your dismissal of the help I carved from my heart,

made it natural to grip those that shared your mask.

The disappointment that fractured my bones,

showed me how to swallow every warning I should have seen.

The guilt you bound around my fragile soul,

still leaves me reaching

for one more chance

to fix what was never meant for me to make whole