You were always so blithely blind, my dear,
Whispering to the angels behind the wall,
While you kissed away my sorrows,
And held my hand when I sinned.
The glass from which I drink my life
Isn't half empty,
Or half full.
It fell and shattered into
Sharp little bits
On which I continue to choke,
And all that I have left to say for myself
Is the blood that I spit up every single day
On my pillow when I wake from my nightmares.
There is blood on my hands,
Because I tried to ****** your light,
Leaving everything in darkness,
So that we could see the stars.
Forgive me for that,
If you can.
All that is left are
Memories that
Never existed and
Dreams that
Never came true.
I want to drag you into
The sands of time with me,
But I would hate to watch you suffocate,
With the sand in your nostrils.
So let me fall alone,
And don't reach out to catch me.
This time, I will swim among the stars,
And rearrange them into my own story.