We sat at the breakfast table alone All guests had left to tend their active lives Silhouettes fading where Silence had grown Nestled in the shame she sometimes contrives

If I could have only found the right words I would have left you in your suffering Fear had divided my heart into thirds One part in love, and mindless fluttering The next was hatred, for my own weakness And overwhelming insecurity My own life faced me, sodden with bleakness Searching for your absent morality

Hunting within you for a soul to touch I let myself and my self esteem down To cling to you instead, a broken crutch A cold monster with eyes the deepest brown