sterlingrose

Shattered

Shattered mirrors tell fractured and misleading lies
Like all the stories and excuses, all the apologies in your eyes.
I wound myself on your half born love every time I hold you tight.
The illusions I have built of myself always crumble in that fight.

You tell me you want "everything" when I ask who want me to be.
I'm so confused by the images that you project and only you seem to see.
Yet when I look in the mirror and see my identity slowly bleeding away,
I still can't find the words to tell you why it is I make the choice to stay.

You didn't deny me my truth today, that I will never be enough woman for you.
That you always have to look past me...you didn't say it just wasn't true.
Instead you simply walked away, wrapped in your cold and silent shroud.
And left me here to choke my tears, no more crying...I am just too damn proud.

So what path will we take from here my love, will we walk together or apart?
Will I have your hand in mine, or will you leave my life, taking with you my only heart?
Will I wish you luck and may you find love and then watch as colour leaves my life?
Knowing that never again will I be anyone else's lover or a much beloved wife?

So make your choice and choose your words, all I ask is that you use some care.
Bearing in mind that no one can cut as deeply as you, no hurt could ever compare.
You hold my heart in the palm of your hand, and there it beats in silent time with your own.
And here I wait to find out if I will lose the only joy, the only hope and home that I have ever known.