Separation

I struggle to find the words! 
My heart, now exists in a state of decay
Crumbling-
Lynched off the dome of my chest. 
Thudding out of rhythm

through withered threads of muscle
as dust from every memory of you fogs the air.

In each letter to me
you made countless confessions
Labeled me your religion, 
your reason for existence. 
You claimed your affection was fueled by devotion
And cast all other baseless faiths aside.

I am at a loss for words, 
because you lied. 
Nature must pride herself in mystery. 
I say this based on one universal truth, 
You can never really know someone!

 Photo credit: “The way we met, it all happened so fast” was designed by Swedish illustrator Patrik Svensson.