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.
My mirror must just be mistaken. It's flimsy glass full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. It just has to be the reason why that the beautiful girl you see... Is nowhere close to the same girl that's appearing only to me.
Fears of the future keep crossing my mind... So I ponder every way that I may slow the time.
They asked me whether or not she could still hear... So I held my phone patiently against a dying woman's ear...
I close my eyes and try to picture everything that happened in those moments... But time has already begun to blur the details... Swiftly and without condolence.