Recovery

I wasn't the one to recover your heart.

I let down my guard too fast from the start.

I took what you said to a place in my head

Where nothing could break it apart.

You told me you'd tell me, but I couldn't wait

For a piece of a promise that's coming too late.

I've come to believe I'm not built to grieve

For feelings more fickle than fate.

I sought out to solace a slice of your soul,

But somehow I see I'm not set for that role.

I let in some light but never caught sight

Of glimmer or gleam of that goal.

But though I pull out of the pledge that I made

And abandon the plans and potential we laid,

I need you to know that some things don't go.

The future that finds you won't fade.

Depth of Descent

I fail to recall the time of my fall,

But the depth of descent is assured.

The grace of your gaze through a strawberry haze

Gave a shock as it left me allured.

Your entrance was hushed, but its subtlety crushed

Every hope that I had of escape.

My heart was laid bare by the braid of your hair

And the slender design of its shape.

Your crystalline gleam on the edge of my dream

Gives a shimmering sharpness to sleep.

By your voice's embrace, I'm awoken apace,

And I know that I've fallen too deep.