Artfully imbued,
truth is how screwed up it is
I'm still lamenting 
my past, but you're walking away.

Leave me to decay,
floundering in a maze of dark.
My heart, this art, these
stops and starts are all I've got.

It's not like an emergency.
I've got something urgently to say,
if only untangling my words
was worth it today, worthy
of another chance, I'd ask
but you'll put me to task
if I mention it.

Just a kiss away from finding
out the doubt was 
all we had between us--
please just sit and play this game,
save me again.