Don't Miss the Point

Crumbling from inside myself
You left a space of circumstance
And I'm empty when I think about
The requirements that were not met

As I'm torn from every angle
Sloping up to an encounter
What a waste of capability
The extent of my regret

And I try not to cry
But the silent tears have fallen
Like a flashback from a mirror
Where I used to stare at me
Though I held on so tight
You slipped right through my fingers
With your substance and significance
Melting from the heat

Waking up to nothing
Every single day is torture
Just waiting for an answer
To distract me from the time

When I take this leap of faith
I'm interrupted by your selfishness
Recollection of your pure intrest
Softer than the sky

And I try not to cry
But the silent tears have fallen
Like a flashback from a mirror
Where I used to stare and see
Though I held on so tight
You slipped right through my fingers
With your fibre and flamboyance
Melting from the heat

Being forced to participate
In the exercise you organised
While witnessing the blatant lies
I think you missed the point

And I try not to breathe
But the breaths keep getting deeper
Like a cyclone writhing in me
Pressuring me to leave
Though I held on so tight
You slipped right through my fingers
With your detail and deliverance
Melting from the heat
Of my hands