Unraveled Piece by Piece

by IdTakeABulletForYou

Desolate heart as filled as empty could be,
Broken and still looking for the pieces;
Gluing them back on like that of a puzzle,
Incomplete and barren, though hopeful.
...Still hopeful.

Washed away with burnt romance,
Given a pill but afraid to take it.
Don't trust pills given by strangers,
Don't trust pills given by him.
Don't trust pills at all,
They'll hurt you.

Precious and delicate, maliciously harmed,
Given no way to escape yet seeking one.
What I can see is what you can't,
And what you can see is what I can't;
Together we can tell the future,
--either way it looks glum.

Someone touch the soul.
Someone touch the heart.
Reiterate the existence that has been forgotten,
Given life to the lifeless of love.
Only you, yes, only you,
Wiped away with sanity just barely holding on.

Good for you, he says she says
One time only in a parking lot.
Side conversation from the heat of the cold,
One time only cause each moment's passing
And you're dying as you speak.

I trust a pill given by a side conversation
though I don't trust the drink given to swallow the pill down with.
One persons poison is not only poison for another person,
But also a means of escape.
I need to escape,
Does it suit my fancy to down these pills?

Dare I be reminded of the burnt romance?
Yes, the one driven to the edge of the cliff from.
I think I'll down another pill,
And maybe six more along with it.

Maybe I'm not crazy, I suggest to myself.
(Only those who do not question their sanity are
actually [in]sane)
Maybe sane people would react the same?
It's only natural, isn't it,
To react to a burning heart by trying to put it out
...With pills?

Promises washed away to an island of the stranded,
Better off than I who's sanity would be fit for the stranded.
Given desperation in the disguise of hope,
Only to learn that I'm neither desperate nor hopeful,
Just foolishly in love.

Oh goodness, what have I gotten myself into?
Putting pieces where pieces don't belong,
Shoving the pieces so that at least they look okay.
Who cares about the picture?... just use all the pieces.
Nobody looks at the picture that long anyway,
Do they?

I walk down the sidewalk of misery,
Cursing the department put in charge of paving the sidewalk,
For it is more miserable each step taken.
Must I cross the street and put in danger my
Sanity?

Good gracious, time saunters by when lonely,
And there's still time to spare to be more lonely.
What luck, what good spirits such a realization shall bring me!
Today, the day I figure I may as well give up puzzles altogether,
For I have not the patience nor care to put effort into them.

I thought that a demon was touching my soul,
Though it happened just to be a loose thread,
Which I plucked off and, ironically,
watched as the whole jacket
Unravelled
Piece
By
Piece.

copyright 2008 (stephen white)
I understand this poem may be very difficult to understand. For those who would like to have a small explanation just message me =]
None of this was forced, believe it or not. I actually wrote this in chemistry class and was pretty proud of myself after writing it.
Hope you enjoyed it, because I did.

Please comment and/or vote honestly and accordingly.

~Stephen White