All the motions of a life decaying
When he told you goodbye
The tears
Those insignificant little drops of fire that fall of the tip of your chin
Was it love?
Was it sin?
In the depths of your shattered morose heart
You don’t know
Was it lust?
Was it right?
Was it wrong?
The eclipse falls forebodingly finishing the job that he began
You are in shreds now
Broken in ever pitiful soul-searching sense that the word
Brokenness
Conjures in the fragments of your mind
Was it love?
Was it lust?
Was it a sin?
Was it right…
Or was it deeply,
out of control,
train crashing,
wrong
