Takk.. To Be Thankfull For

What was in the past
Circles my mind without a steadfast
Our lives were disassembled
But we resurrected the smiles and tugs of warmth
Now the pain is that of being re-aligned, and re-designed.

At this moment, there is only memories dancing forth.
We pulled each other together, from south, and north.
A split seconds surge, made each breath come forward
in a suspenseful worth, Destined for our lives to merge.

I had lost my nerve, I jumped into arms I didn't deserve.
After much aggravation, I tore apart my life's last appreciation.
A loss of sensation, the love I now lack, submitting to borderline deprivation.
It's worse than a third world starvation, or is at least forced by imagination.

Haunted by regret, I'm surrounded by the enforced concept.
My words, my actions, they doubled as loss of traction.
Acting out of pain, only left me in disdain.
I tried to refrain, But I tore our rekindled lives apart, We could no longer sustain.
I flattened the smiles,
Chilled the warmth, and tore apart our hearts
Which were spread out for miles.
No chance for new starts.
The lies, the false excuses, impure intentions
Endowed without discretion, I severed all ties.

For the longest time, my words were used as tools,they screamed like fools.
To express my feelings, although they possessed untruths
and now establish my sorrow and loss of self worth,
Like mules, they trudged forward under my demanding fingers
And describe my wilt, and soft voice that no longer lingers.

I was once a creature of the arts, you enlightened my talent,
Amplified by your bright atmosphere, You shone through me with such colorful aura.
With a photographers yield, you captured me in depth of field.
With an artists touch, you filled my heart with so very much.
With a musicians voice, you made it so easy to rejoice.

Today, In present
Each day passes with a constant reminder, You were my designer.
You created me, without a preference.
Accepted by all directions, along with all imperfections.
In the books your placed as the one that got away,
I'm hung up on hooks, forever to stray.

Your life is different, and you have forgotten
Life handed you a new love,
That you swear was sent from above.
11:11 and my wish is spent, for you to be happy is all one meant.
And although those words are spoke at youth,
I can't help but succumb to that steadfast past.
I love you, and that's the only truth.

- The word "Takk" is an icelandic word, meaning to be thankful for. I think I finally understand why he used it so very often.