sometimes,
i forget that i am not the
only
star
in the galaxy.
i forget
That once i’m gone
it will not be the end of our book,
but merely the end of
my chapter.

I’m falling. But not in love.
I’m falling
And you are too. We’re falling to a bitter end
Yet again.

And this time, the end does not seem to be
as sugarcoated as it once was.
Or seemed to be.

this guilt is festering
in my silent soul.
'im selfish and deluded.'
this is getting so old.
is life really that bad, with a roof over my head?
'ethical contradictions between my actions and what I've said.'
is my life too good
for the way I am living it?
'I act like I'm suffering, there is no suffering in this.'
it must all just be me.

Do you remember the days
Of honey and gold?
Where our song was still sung,
We swore to grow old.
In the arms or each other,
We fell back asleep
You promised to love me,
But my heart you still keep.

the words in my head
were buried too deep
for my poor mouth to dig up.
so,
for me,
it was easier to watch
as they ripped
my flesh,
begging for solace
through crimson tears.

I fabricate a path
of my summertime lies;
while my lover manipulates,
a truth of the same comprise.
i know it is wrong.
that it is unthinkable.
but I cannot help but to long
for this love
that was never meant to be.