Two silhouettes, but in one mirage.
Your words drip like glue, my heart a collage.
Cut out the pieces, and see how they fit.
But the task is too messy, so you give up and quit.
Lovely moments, stay like paper mache
Thoughts and opinions, in scattered array.
My world fell apart, and you don’t seem to care.
Our love was a picture, but distorted by glare.