I found your position on the continent/
You were frozen in the arctic circle/
You just can’t tell your real feelings/
From the ones that have been cast far from these shores/
As if once they were exposed the ice would melt/
You were drowning in the blue ocean/
But managed to find time to weave a tale/
In between breaths of love and trust/
Of lust and lies/
Now I see through you without even trying/
I turned my back on your disguise/
Quicken my body with a false sense of security/
It’s just another reminder of my past/
How do you feel now that I’ve stopped loving you?/
Back then I romanticized your intentions/
So many inventions of your mind that continue to fill up the shelf/
I would just fill in the blanks of your silence/
Project onto self the love that was never felt/
And watch you like a life line/
Sparked a rift, a division of bodies/
I fought so hard to stop the hole from bleeding/
But the liquid memories fell through my hands/
This battlefield of a continent was just the world we created/
You cast the first stone into the water/
And witnessed me breaking/
Without fixture, without mend/
Is this really the end?//

Written by Baz
5th Jan 2010