Me

It's not me, it's not who I am. I am but a splinter of my erstwhile conscience drifting amid the faces 

I knew so well yet cannot recall.  Here I am, uprooted and banished, with two broken cages, one where my heart should have been and one where my mind. No place to run, no place to hide. Here I am in all my nakedness. It is a mark of my humanity that I am flawed. It is a mark of my loneliness that I seek you still. It is a mark of my fragility that I scream. It is a mark of my love that I wait. My cage is empty tonight 

as I clawed out my heart. My soul is empty tonight for I have cried myself dry. The light in my eyes is gone  as I stir on the edge. Take me or burn me but do not leave me dying.