I knew it was over by how uninspired you were on your knees.
I knew our worlds were to crumble underneath our feet.
I knew there was a familiar hatred
Like on holidays when that one person
Does that thing
They always do
I think that's me sometimes when I walk out of rooms.
The shadows chatter about the light, I tell myself.
But after deeper analysis
I feel like a shadow
A mere cast of lack of reflection of an object I have no control over.
And I just dance in this wet candlelight.
Hoping, I come back to life.