My mind is a liar... A single thought can inspire such a multitude of unreachable desires...
My desire for you is a continuous rhythm pulsating within me... As steady and certain as a metronome.
Emotions remain on the fabric that held us... Lonely stains now imprinted in a cotton embrace...
As we frantically tried to save your life, You muttered so calmly... "Can someone please call my wife?"
One year gone... 365 days... And I'm in such a different place. 52 weeks later... And I'm still here... Remembering all that will never be erased.
Stars, stories, and silent tears... That's all you've given me this entire year.
I'm tired of seeing faces covered with dirty masks... All emotion now hidden by cotton subtasks.
As we walked the lantern broke... And our flame became darkness.
I've become blinded to my own reflection... Clear beauty miraged by my own self-deception.
You put me on stage as your marionette with stringed limbs pulled at your desire... And I was complacent until the moment I realized... I never needed you as my fucking sire.