Reality Tripping

I recall the seductive screams of loves lost causes;
Scorning my soul with their contempt.
As they drag through their damnations, battered and worn.

Their spirits sing the triumph of true love,
But their tortured being show its true worth.
Twisted and bitter incarnations of lovers past.

Impassioned bodies writhing in dispassionate embraces;
Fooling only themselves that this is real.
Bleedings scars criss cross their shattered hearts.

Ripping my memories, they burn my mind,
With visions of what could have been.
And who I've left behind.

Only I rise above these cold caresses, these heartless entreaties;
And know the true passion and fire,
That comes from acceptance.