Jekyll my Hyde

well then

or not

evidently

how can I put into words

when the words cannot be there

how can I contain the hurt

when to release would expose me

my being my rules

these bind me together

tightly strung

emotionally aware

emotionally bereft

evidently

this mortal coil varies

unique among each of mortality

thwarting connection

by rendering low the being  

well then

no use crying further

to move forward is an imperative

unwrapped and unwound

the wounded left a flower placed

apology does not seem suited

though it is tried

a hollow render of this reflective self
and reasoned excuse an unrepentant loss

yet nevertheless

lost