Where The Pieces Fall Poem by Linda A

I met a man one cold winter day
Who spoke to me in an unfamiliar way
He was so humble that I grew hopeful
I was just waiting on this man to make it vocal
But when he did, what I heard didn't convey
Any similarity to what I thought he would say
And I kept hoping and my hopes began to weigh
As reality soon then on my dreams would prey
Leaving me nightmares known as the dawning day
When everything in me needed him to stay
When I longed and yearned for us
Our love was only ever able to portray
A life lesson that was learned for us
About the depths and shades of gray
About perspective and about trust
Teachings of a hell we're destined to pay
And of a pain I cannot physically convey
Words, symbols, they leave undefined
The reasons why I can't get this man off my mind
Why i'm anxious and worried all of the time
My nightmares and reality are now intertwined
Yet i'd give any and everything to hit us with a restart
Even tho he played me like playing a game of darts
I'll paint a bullseye on my chest for aim, for game, and art
I'd rather feel his grip piercing my heart
Then let what little remains fall apart