The chaotic turmoil in my mind,
Like a star slowly subsides.
Debris clearing, what's to find?
Will I be the same inside?
Slowly mending mental health,
Revealing truths quite unexpected.
With our history love has wealth,
How much of this has been projected?
My low self worth, your pedestal,
A reality that chases my soul.
Our tears and cracks are now less subtle.
Can I adapt with this whole as hole?
These oval gems I shine and polish,
Careful not to further mangle.
I hoped the cure, and yet I anguish,
Perhaps, liberation from this tragic tangle.
A beauty great, you must admit,
Wonders I've seen by your side.
The other both of us submit,
Heavy burdens we have cried.
My heart remains, as the first night,
My mind blooming to need more.
Such words are a selfish sight,
I can't help yearn to lock the door.
Will I ever forgive myself,
Forsaking you...
To build my mental health.
