The paper unfolding,
in front of my face,
words written with grace,
as I reach out to grab them.

The suction of space,
pulling me away,
as the words are erased,
I can't have them.

I can't have you,
and if I do,
I will be the fool,
who ******* himself.

When your eyes of gold,
turned inside out,
I began to doubt,
our existence as one.

Now I float here,
in my own space,
looking for the face,
that brought me here.