overdoses of assurance caused dimensions of fiction, illusions of devotion, wanting to shake myself out of hallucinations of affection and warmth, but i'm fastened in the bleakness of reality,
arms wrapped around me turned into cages only you hold the key to,
hands turned into something made to touch lustfully, tracing longing around skin,
tongues turned into snakes; manipulating words that will never hold weight to you, yet were universes and stars for my being,
words didn't anchor meaning,
the value of "i love you" disintegrated.