slipping, sliding 
into the mess it’s become..
mental, emotional 
confusion at best 
a crime to my being 
you know the rest 
lunging at your core
it’s mine to score.. 
giving up rights 
to keep you in sight..
eyesight is failing 
can’t see straight anymore 
a heart is left wailing..
who could have guessed 
love clutches hate
leaving the loudest quiet in 
its’ wake..
Tilted
sloping 
heart left groping..