pictures of him scattered
on the floor, on the walls
my words caught in-between
a web of lies, shivering to
the melody seeping from the
ceiling

forbidden dreams die
in the arms of Time, and I
will watch them breathe
their last breath - children
of my own making, memories
for me to keep and wash
in my tears

my life is a play and I
am the tragedy, I am the hero
and I am the villain, I am the stage
and I am the curtains as they close

I am unbothered by the
zero star ratings, because the photos
whisper otherwise, and I tuck myself
into my own woven bed, forbidden
dreams of him and him and him only