Strains of Love

Is it time to let you go?
Common sense screams yes.
Burning your hand
You pull it away from the stove.
Its just common sense.

So why can’t I have common sense
Why can’t I pull away and stop the pain
You’re burning, hurting, killing
Why can’t I pull away
Where’s that common sense

Round and round in my head
Like a ferris wheel that won’t stop
Like a broken record that won’t stop spinning
He promised me, swore to me
“I’m not them. Trust me.”

I fight it all the way
Your eyes, your voice, your face
Patient and waiting and gentle
Broke down my walls, my defenses
I gave in, let my guard down

Now in pieces all around me
Lie the broken shards of my heart
Scattered in the wind
That attempts to dry my tears
Like your fingers once did

Fingers, I can still feel them
Eyes, nose, chin, neck
I have each imprinted on my memory
Arms, hands on my back
I feel them as if they were here

The kitchen counter cold on my legs
The cabinets on my back
The look on your face that says
“Trust me, I won’t hurt you
I’m not them. Trust me”

Well, you did. You hurt me
You are no different than any of them
You are them and you are you.
Another scar, another reassembling
Like a car on the Ford auto line

Picking up the generic pieces
Implanting them so I can keep living
But that’s all they are
Plastic fake implants
That do more on Brittany than me

Now there is another person in front of me
Wanting me to believe, wanting me to trust
But my heart is still strewn
About on the floor like clothes
From the day I spent with you

So where do I go from here
How do I rebuild
Everything you destroyed
Like Titus in Jerusalem
I am completely destroyed and leveled
Nothing left but fragments of a heart

And the strains of a love…