oh heart
aching with a tense composure
tight to my core but
holding it all together
in case i fall through the floor
and into the void

we keep this going against all odds
preventing any signs of slowing
i do not want to lie to my own face
i appreciate my slow pace
keep me on a pedestal
high above the valley

never let me go to waste
for my bones must see decay
before i am of any use to this environment
so i allow myself to be consumed
by anything that comes my way

tear me into pieces
remake me in your vision
versions that you glimpsed in my indecision
whether to show the circuits that operate the image
or perfectly align to your expected definitions

something in between
evading every question
a shallow indistinct flickering visage
weather the storm, torn pages
words that waste your minutes

while i work to be a match 
instead of a mirror image