Where You've Been

Oh, love. As time passes, hunger impedes
My famished being yearns to be fed
My soul wishes to be enriched
By this wholesome bounty that is your mind

My thirst wishes to be quenched by your ability to put things into perspective
You see, you paint a perfect picture with a palette of imperfection
Making an instant fan out of my affection
And so I throw myself at you

But I am not as limber as I portray
My body is not as supple
You are all over the place and naturally my body follows
And my bones, they break

My joints separate And I'm left dismantled
Like a dilapidated building that was once lovely to look at
Only now I can’t look at myself
For my face is a map of where you’ve been - TBM