You were gone before you left
Your words fell empty before they filled the room
Your touch was dead before it ever tried to move me
And I breathed in your black decay as if it were the essence of love itself
Isn’t it funny? How we fiend for lethal poisons that come disguised as welcomed highs
they’re lies.
Lies wrapped in a redundant narrative
Have we met before? I feel like I knew you in another life.
Well, maybe there’s a reason that time moves forward the way it seems to, edging us further away from the things that burned us before, our lore, our history
That’s all we ever were
A history that should have been recorded before it began again to save the pain of it for the next life.
I don’t want it anymore in this one.