I wake to find my days are night and nothing I believed before is true. My eyes… blinded by painful light, smashing our lovers spell. You can choke on your lies… your sweet goodbyes and “I’ll be with you soon.” There never was a you and I, under a liar’s moon.
I saw you together on Elizabeth Street and had never felt so alone. Walking hand in hand, you didn’t see me waiting for the three-one-one. She could have been me at 20 feet, 20 years ago. Closer, just a cheap facsimile. I really don’t understand.
Now I’m not sure. I’m not sure. I’m not sure what to feel anymore. I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not. Your heart is cold as your lips are hot…. tracing words on my neck with your lying tongue, murmuring a soft hello, but I know, I KNOW your lying eyes have already said goodbye.
LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snaking your way into my bed! Messing with my mind!
Now I know NOTHING you ever said was true and the time has come, though I don’t know….
I just don’t know what to do with this knife in my hand.
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When we’re on our own, we touch ourselves… dream of things… Silly human beings.
Half-light closing in. An ordinary beauty, noticed now and then. Harbours ebb and flow. An avenue of roses, that we never knew.