Fractured

I've passed the point of no return.

You've gotten under my skin,

and now it's begun. 

Hairline fractures erupt

across the finely constructed shell

I've woven for so many years.

I'm not ready.

I think I'm not ready.

Will I ever be?

I only know this life.

Only know the world through these eyes.

But you've given me new ones with which to see,

I don't know if I should thank you

or slap you.

Ah, but the love I have for you

encapsulates all fury

and turns it into new construction.

So, from this fractured shell...

Thank you.