Symmetry - Provision

Somehow I thought you’d change

But time can’t rearrange

All the damage you’ve done

There’s no escaping confrontation

I’ve come to this conclusion

You’re hiding behind an illusion

In a search for words, so self absorbed;

In all your metaphors

Words designed to deceive

Tell me what to believe

The life you lead is fiction

As you hide behind your addictions

My need for you decreases

We’re no longer corresponding pieces

Just fragments and debris

What once was perfect symmetry