Partly because
im trapped in.
Partly like bubble wrapped
Forced into a box and told id be loved.
I wanted to look at the moon at the same time you did.
Feel how your palm sweated.
I wanted to be witness to a love Id say yes to.
Remembering those moments,
episodic memory that its feelings contradict.
Theater room sat
Sore and lonely
As words, phrases, and sentences escaped from your lips and travelled to those around you.
I am the decoration to your walls.
Yet I knew that you were the faux fur under the promising sun.
And now I was waiting for another day
To drag along and find an excuse
To end this gut of a feeling.
Because it is true
And that liars like liars