Undone

 

Sometimes it all comes undone.

The moment of realisation

always dawns too late,

and the comedown

starts to take hold

when your own love

walks out of the gate

into the realms beyond.

 

When you realise you've spent

more time holding onto hate

than the remnants of hope

that once clung on.

Because what they showed was

just a fiction,

a blurted word of love

a story that was never true.

A story that never included you.

 

Sometimes it’s just too late,

and your own love leaves

in the wake of a bad dream.

No words can save something

that is beyond repair, those words

can’t navigate through the despair

that lives when love never really lived there.

 

Sometimes it all comes undone.

Every strand of twine is left just straggled

across the floor and your

heart pours acid blood

into your now sour stomach.

 

The distance between

breaths

are endless it seems,

The gaping chasms

between minutes

on a clock face.

The gasps as tears are pulled back,

before they have a chance to race down cheeks.

The screams that live in the chest,

bursting to get free

become only a pitiful whimper

when they touch the cold air.

 

Sometimes it all comes undone

and it can feel unfair,

when you've given your whole heart

and they never seemed to care.