You uprooted my centre

My core

My stability

My heart!


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.