You uprooted my centre
Invited you were
Unjudged by me
You lacked nothing
As far as I had seen.
Then not to long after
I had sang my surrender song
Your spiral of colours did show strong
Jolting me back to Tina Turner’s song.
“What’s love got to do with it?”
Emptied like a vase of flowers
Still fresh and scented sweetly
I didn’t know of narcissistic greed
The trianglular shapes you need
Learned I to mirror your every pattern
Till you lost yourself in your own delusions
My uprooted heart no longer bothered
Cause for you alone it must become a stone.