Shattered. Break of the loss
What is of the fault? Mines, I want to believe.
Yours? Impossible. Or what I wish to think...
Yet words you speak of me. I feel the razor.
Sweet addiction. Please stop.

Could this be real? Could you?
Your true face? No. It can't be.
Every ******* attempt you stray to my side.
Push away. Ignore of what "was"
Hoping you'd stay away.

The small moments, we share. I want to cry out,
"Who exactly are you pretending for!?"
Never wating to see everything is a lie
But it was all "then." Drifting in ashes.
****** past. Vital vein, keeping me from saying
"Goodbye."

In the moment of departure, its all silence, yet holding on. Close and tight
Of all we shared this will always be the hardest.
Need not say another word beloved in this frailty just hold a smile and never stop telling me you love me
But know one day, with the hopes you bless me. It'll be everyday I'd wake up and see you

Continue on, make mistakes. I'll return knowing I need you. Keep on sharing the rays of light on the shadows of the doubt because I love how unreal it feels
Memories are made from ashes of our secret silence romance kept even from ourselves.
Meanwhile, searching for delights to alter. Only in fantasies we may. Keep in mind, your abused hope that was grown. A romance apology, your wish. Nevertheless, forgive me

Lets remember we got here together. No more hiding.
Gentle you care. Passion, you show. Unique, I see. Love me through the insecurity. I'll show you a world to fulfill your void.
No worries dear I'm right here

Could you be a delusion for a lie? Another look in the face of reality
for what you have come isn't at all worth to believe.
Take one and only thing unreal to my world. Led along, your pawn. Demoralized in your power.
Blood streaks and tear stings for you. Now, in the escape of all in the senseless moments holding my wrist in your clenched hand, how can you say it's wrong? Or how can you even call yourself a caretaker?

Eating away. Like the flesh you solemnly kiss. Through doubt if wanting acceptance wishing away.
Careful dear, what is carelessly labeled "love"  I might just destroy it.
******* and walk away as a stranger.
Make note not just subjected to games of satisfactory but been there and suffered through it.
In the trips of the fire like those of Hell. The losing and starting over. Again. Alone.
Dullend over time.
Nothing new. Just an idiosyncratic routine.