Excuses, decoy—
Just to talk to you...
I planned a plot.
Playin' with my own heart
Like a toy—

Never said the things I wanted to.
Then why do I still want to?

A rhythm displaced.
I racked my love for you.
My logic is misplaced.

Messy, messier are now my longings.
I just carry your memories
I have lost my thoughts, my belongings.

Now, the calming art of pottery
Is no help to me...
Rubbing the spoiled clay
With a rolling pin.
Pain— the ultimate destroyer
has played its part.
Unhealing wounds feel like
the fire in the land of Troy.