The rose petals began to melt onto the floor,
Wax figures dancing my favorite song,
My shoes outgrowing me as I try to slip in,
and I fall through the hole in the ground.

Deeper and deeper it went,
I saw you,
and her,
and myself

My body falls onto the hard concrete floor,
making the whole world shake.

I wake up to see the blurry lines written on my walls,

“It was optimistic of me to believe
That I was meant to be happy.”