Someone else is in my head,
Speaking in the tongues of the dealer.
Broken glass covers the floor of an empty home,
A whiskey bottle used as a vase for the flowers you would once bring.
Spiraling, the room becomes a dizzy blur.
Catching myself, I take the pictures and let them burn,
Erasing the bitter words spoken.
Ripped a hole in my heart,
Filled it with cement so nothing could break me again.
But water filled my lungs as my vessel sank into the ocean,
I tried to escape from the love I found in the sea,
But it always had a way of pulling me back in,
Attempting to cleanse me of my pain and remind me who I am.
The water seeped into the wall in my heart and it began to crack.
A pretty face on a sunny day,
Rays dance on your body.
But the image decays,
Darkness sets in and the rain follows.
Washed up on shore,
I lost concentration, falling deeper into the black.
Stumbling to pull myself up,
Body strewn across a desolate beach,
The light fades from eyes, and I go unconscious.
Waking to a warm sensation on my face,
I am able to rise.
In the distance, a field of wildflowers sway in the wind,
A being emerges from the field,
It is you,
A soul I believed long dead.
You sprint towards me,
With a look on your face indicating you must have thought the same of me.
With your embrace, I can feel the empty space in me begin to heal.