I’m in love with this sort of forgetfulness,
This deliberate flashing of eyes and toothy lies,
This beautiful, iridescent wonderland that we got lost in,
This forever we created in a mirror;
It’s cloying and honey thick on my tongue, and
your mouth tastes like all the truths that we buried.
Show me that Cheshire cat smile again, boy,
let’s pretend we aren’t going mad.
Let the lights swirl before your eyes.