Breath that caught when in your attention,
has been released by this most painful correction.
Heartbeats that fluttered in adoration,
now wrack and twist in aggrevation.

You are a fake a liar a heavenly curse.
Who spins a spell in every verse.
A twisted reflection,
of an apparent Perfection.

Your absence sends me into ecstacy.
no more feeling of inadequacy,
no more living in duality,
afraid to brave reality.

i miss you no more,
from my diary this page is tore.
peverse reflection,
spin you spells in another direction.