and now I know it's over,
because seeing your name doesn't feel the same,
and seeing your face doesn't take me to that place
were there are no fluorescent lights
and where I'm not alone at night.
an allusion of reality where your fingertips are golden,
an allusion that was stolen.
a conscious mind
with the wrong perception of time,
and where cheek kisses taste like cherry-lime,
and where it's my ears that get to hear you snore,
your sleepy eyes were something I could never ignore.
another light lost in the void.
I wish it was your fault.
my hands are broken while you're still golden.
my days are bitter,
every night is winter.
I feel like just a skull with tired hair,
who forgot how to care.
The only thing I need,
is more skin on my knees.
the light is leaving, slowly,
because you were my something that was holy.
