Did you just send that?
Some psychic impression...
I felt a genuine sadness wash over me like paint,
an awkward rainbow of human emotion.
I swear, I could almost hear you breathe.
For so long, I refused to see the monster
languishing in shadows, lapping up my tears—
filling your belly with years
of my love, so naively given.
But the footsteps are echoing now.
I see a specter of hope:
the old you, stepping out of the dark.
Let me embrace him
With every piece of heart he broke
I cannot love the monster,
after all.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
Did you just send that?
Some psychic impression...
I felt a genuine sadness wash over me like paint,
an awkward rainbow of human emotion.
I swear, I could almost hear you breathe.
For so long, I refused to see the monster
languishing in shadows, lapping up my tears—
filling your belly with years
of my love, so naively given.
But the footsteps are echoing now.
I see a specter of hope:
the old you, stepping out of the dark.
Let me embrace him
With every piece of heart he broke
I cannot love the monster,
after all.