Don’t be confused. Don’t be afraid. Don’t think it’s your fault. Don’t stay up wondering. Don’t stay up wishing. Don’t ask about me. Don’t cry. I have your rose and it’s rotted but so was I so don’t worry. The scent that follows with decay was always under my skin. Hold on to the bruises and showcase the neglect. If you remember the dark days you won’t dream about light.
You didn’t know me but tell yourself you didn’t want to. I’m half of you, yes, but not the half that you would like. When you wake in cold sweat or sneer at someone you love the green eyes I gave you will glitter and gleam. Your mother will have told you that I liked to sing. Your voice is your own and the resemblance is eerie but mine was all minor, not worth the strain.
The blood in the basement was only a hoax. I’m fine I’m just hiding; it’s for your own good. There were so many voices in my head and they all want to know you, but I was afraid of what they might say so I murdered them. The problem with that is mine was too close, so when silence ensued I couldn’t speak either.
I know there’s an undeniable urge to fill in the blanks, but you’ve heard that ignorance is bliss and it’s a bliss you can’t ignore.