I’d rather pace around
Reeling in agony
Dragging down the torn and frayed
The remnants of my better half, I’ve badly scathed

I relinquish my posture
Hunched over and heaving
Harshly bruised at the temple
By my spent words, so weightless and simple

Marred by daylight
Cruel Judgment holds supreme
As I chase my thoughts in a panicked rushed
The fault being my own, with every pint I’ve gushed

Forgive the pace of my hurried panic
For The heart of me, beats lonely and frantic