How poetically I write your name,
How strange reality becomes as the wind whispers the same.
I never thought I'd genuinely be fooled by something so obviously deranged
until the day arrived and I slowly watched you slip out of frame.
Heart slain, once again, in vain.

All you leave me with is my reflection,
reminding me that you
don't
feel
the same.

(I wonder how deep she goes)

PS- you stole my zippo, *****.