Fidelity hurts worse.

Hello Eclectic;
      it's Electric.
I stopped by to tell you
  that I don't miss the nights that you rejected.

And hello Ego;
  I hope you're still well,
  I lost hope in ever finding
my faeries the night after you fell.

  This telegram leaves me with nothing
  to be impatient about;
but I prefer it that way.

  The calm's mixed in with cinnamon sticks,
like kisses under Summer trees
    and cement mint leaves.

  You sang about me, painting daffodils;
but my heart's a well,
  and I was too empty, untalented, and uninspired...
while you drew fire-hair roses
and left me out to dry.

  Have you ever been stuck so long
in a state of mind that you feel
your heart pound as you watch the scene unfold?

"F - I - D - E - L - I - T - Y"
  spit the sky
like acid to the God
  that let this happen.

For your insecurities;
    a kiss--
But your lips make my
  eyes drain out.

A hand on your hips;
  but you know how much I hate
repeating things like this.

Can't I slow down time to a
  honey-esque viscosity?
Or take this roller coaster backwards,
  so I could take the second run without screaming;
and the snapshot won't look like such a tragedy.

  For so long I sliced myself like a jigsaw;
but the puzzle never built.
So I fill myself with chemicals and hope
  those thoughts will stop their spill.

It's a mess I made,
  but God...