Small pieces

No title.  Not sure this is anything yet.

Gone.
No longer able
to abide
to withstand.
Ensnared by charms
long since worn off,
forgotten.

Wrapped in fantasy,
in dreamland.
Maintaining a delicate
balance between sanity
and hope.

Not about love.
Or lust.
Just life.
Learning to live again.
Somehow.
Never believed in this.