Hindsight and Heartbreak

Before my eyes;
my heart finally saw what truth there lies.
It peered out of my spirit,
gazed long and hard at the sights laid before it.
And all the alibis and excuses-
the subtle attempts will not cover the view.
Reality, most painfully, peels it away
exposing its fragile chambers.
It seems my heart desires the blindness
so often succumbing to those lovely secrets;
whispers in the dark and those gentle caresses
which I feel so distinctly, but cannot clearly see
inside misty passion that appears with the dawn.
But as the lingering fog rises, honesty
glares into the valley where reason steady beats
carrying its trusted lifeblood to the core;
fantasy overflowing, bleeds no more.
And the once soft, pliable center of me
is rendered brittle within new vision
Despising the wisdom that clear sight reveals,
my heart, now hardened and cold and foolish
curses all sweet illusions and desperate lies,
as it shatters in pieces
before my eyes.