46. in this island country

stuck in this island country, waiting for you,
stranded after wreck, it's like I am casted away from you,
dropping small morsels of interest, dregs up on my ground,
smidge the love I gave you only to be lost,
oh September, oh December,
oh you big liars.

hands on the leash, tethered me by your rope,
they say tread it light so I turned it into hope,
now pieces of me crumble on the sandy floor,
crumbling down stuck on this island country waiting for you,
and you have never been so sure, so hooked on your cuts you're never to return,
but I'll wait here for you forever and more.

been through a lot but nothing got me through,
made a mess hope I'd still be what you'll want,
driest of the twigs from the branch catches fire, burn the whole tree around,
victim wounded out in the loose, bled onto my ground,
scabs from healing don't easily go unless there's pain involved.

so we go up this reckless trance only to never come back,
catch the last of the glimpse,
from your blinkered view,
vulnerable and plummet down,
oh how you forget, 
now I am a used piece of garment tossed away,
but I swear I counted days, dreamed every night of you.

poured in a crucible, flames brew fierce to melt,

burn up the container, fervid enough so I break,
walk the stairs, never track my trace,
so unfazed, doing what's working for you the best,
but I falled back into my old self because it was familiar, I was the same,
if you have been so sure, so stubborn on your cuts I marked down,
been feeling you're never to see me back again,
but I'll wait here for you forever and always.