Pieces

so I guess that we're done here
It's okay we never came near
A real human interaction

I am left with this partial emotion
Tangled up in someone else's commotion

You have her name written on your tongue
Where everything's happy and nothing gets done

I can let go of your smile but it was the look in your eyes
It was something that made me sympathize

Instant connection
Refusing correction

We are left on the table
Tied and choked as if we are unable

To gratify the size of our integrity
To simplify the depth of our dignity

Left to pick up the pieces of our lives
The pieces like to get up and hide

You are the suns dearest mother
I am the casted-out brother

How can I compare to something like her?
How can I become the one you want for

I am left on this table
You have left me to die in this putrid fable.