A shower does not melt away my stress,
it is my mask of fake joy
that I wear throughout the day
travelling down the drainpipes instead.

With the streaming water falling upon me,
my tears are not lonely—
but without the warm embrace of this water,
I do not feel real.

I feel your presence shift past me.

To you, I am simply a memory.
A memory that has been tarnished throughout time.
An enemy perhaps.

To me, you are a ghost.
Stuck in time, without the knowledge of this collective reality.
Stuck in a cycle of decline and reassign.

You stand in limbo, observing your own mistakes.
But in your created reality, there are no such mistakes...

A ghost broken down by their choice of travel,
But blames the damage on the road itself.

You can only twist a story so far before the pages tear and split.

In the eyes of another, I find the light I once lost
While searching for any trace of the same brightness in yours.

You are my world, but I am not matched to be yours.
I will embrace you in my memory until the end of time,
But I now must explore a new world, a new landscape.

A world that revolves around the sun,
Not a world that has been plunged into unmapped shade.

You will be saved by another explorer,
One that understands your beauty,
For I am nothing in comparison to your depths of intimacy.

I see myself in you,
but I wish I didn’t...
because you make me feel so blue.