Whiplash of Heartbreak; A Start at Fixing Mistakes

My words, a torrent of rain in a destructive storm,
Fall acidly from my tongue with anger and bitter resentment,
Cold with jagged edges, like sharpened pieces of ice,
Attempting to cut into you, just to satisfy my own vice.

My heart, in pieces, hurt and sadness pouring from its wreckage
Hiding in among its mangled remains, the fears and self-doubt,
Guilt mixed in among the whirlwind of emotions I keep,
The love I had, battered and bruised, but still runs deep.

My mind, a mess of indecision, unsure of what I want and need,
A black hole at times, the light gone, leaving me to stumble in the dark
Searching for a sense of clarity, while thoughts and memories continue blurring,
Each emotion taking its turn, enjoying the shock waves as it sends my mind a stirring.

My trust, all vanished in a puff of smoke, lost in seconds flat,
Trusted you with my heart, with my soul, with everything I am and have been,
Amazing how things get so messed up, run so far from the coarse we seek,
Get lost along the way, unable to continue to climb, once they've reached the peak.

My arms, seem to be empty, cold, and barren, not sure where we stand anymore,
Hoping not all is lost, not everything has changed, wondering if anything can stay the same,
Maybe I don't want some things to disappear, don't want them to fade into our past,
Maybe I'm just hurting, but selfishly in the end, if I can't have more, want at least our friendship to last.