This vessel within my chest holds close
love and the twisted things I’ve created myself so
the regret of letting you down the most
was my own myth to dispel or grow
love and time wasted—thrown to the winds
of wringing hands and tormented mind
tucked in a heart whose walls paper-tiger thin
your love and attention undefined disinclined
easy the time when youth lies close
easy the line between right and astray
harsh the feel of time’s weathered ghosts
harsh the knowing of love's betray
this vessel within my chest holds close
love believed real was merely hope
