stab

seemingly an endless
pattern
a road with out a sign
or mark

a path of self
destruction
culmination through
morning regret

it is not you
that has broken
my heart
rather the idea
put there to fill the
night

how you saw me
not who i am
nor want to be seen
continue i do
control no where near

with fright and tension
held so tight
walls built high that
visible all is not

peer through a hole
i see chance you bring
and change
sample and try
but all so the same