Debris

You wanted a timeshare in my heart.
To bulldoze the scene and recreate it to suit your needs.
Tied those strings tight all the while
Pulling the wool down, down.

What's the excuse that comes from your mouth
When people ask what became of it all?

Fumbling around in a dark room searching for a switch,
I finally turned the light on to see the writing on the wall.

I had a fight with God last night.

I told him I am too exhausted for another let down.

You are love…so what is the problem?

It has been nothing but a snake in disguise to me.

Ripping everything away, to build it back up?

Fine, then show me something redeeming.