The only ardor that was present from both parties lays casually in
a lonely apparition.
My eyes were crowding his. Cornering the triangle.
Does my soul mate only exist in my unconscious past?
Had the lips I kissed so long ago touch another’s?
Had the lips touched you more than my soul had a capability of?
I rocked forth and back in a misery you knew.
Was it planned?
The sweet songs of melancholy compromised everything I once owned so well
My rival was now beside me with sincere gratitude that I could not feel yet.
The tears you will cause the poor girl, does she even know?
Did I create this monster who haunts my sleep?
I cleaned out the closet but he’s still hiding under my bed.