It
A thought turn to a fact
And that
My history can disassemble images of you
And turn them into something I once knew

Then things go wrong and then we
The sky will fall and then it
At times I feel that we aren
Then love explodes all over again
Can we make it right? Can we understand?
That it
I know my side, it

It
When it erupts from those lost facts
That you never knew consumed
My devastating, contemplating masquerading underrated
Strung out view of you