This is not my life, it’s just a temporary façade, if you listen to my voice you’ll discover that it’s my disguise. I fully acknowledge the fact that I am not perfect but I’d love to believe that I’m worth it. The hardest part of saying goodbye is seeing me cry and knowing that I’ll no longer get the chance to see you smile. I wrote this on a Tuesday morning while listening to Siegfried by Frank Ocean while reading the pages of a Dan Brown novel. I’d build Rome for you in a day and make you forget about all the negative things that critics always say. Heartbreak comes in the morning when the sun is shining and the wind is blowing. My heart breaks as I try to piece this piece together and hopefully find peace by the end of this masterpiece. I’m tired like the Michelin Man but I still have great drive like a brand new Bentley or Benz. Some days I’m more Bukowski than Dickens, flipping through the pages of my life as the plot thickens. They say perception is flawed and distorted, perception is key and I need to find a locksmith. Contemplating about unexpected goodbyes while living off a temporary high. A part of me had already anticipated the heartbreak so this time around the effects were less detrimental. My eyes and mind are blinded by the love that my heart obstinately believes in. I’m thankful for your love, you gave me something to believe in but the time has come for me to be leaving. This is not my life, it’s just a temporary façade, if you analyse my poetry you’ll discover that it’s my disguise.