First Thing I Saw

Cold, falling
down my face.
Soak it up,
take it in.
Hanging, misconstrued mess;
tangled, knots of hope.
Yes, doubt my sense.
I see,
shades and colours.
Corner of my eye catches...
Uncomfortable
but right.
Roots show,
mine don't,
unless you dig deep in the soil
that I have fenced with barbed wire.
He got under.
She got under my skin
and I'm tearing my surface,
ripping my cover.
She is leaving me
and I will recover.