Tangles of the Mind

depleting trust and films in reverse

past hurt and current isolation, holding onto empty promises and love i've made up in my head.

i'm walking backwards, once stuck in place being left behind; now i'm trying to run back to when things were okay.

it's hard though, i've forgotten when i was happy, i can't seem to find my past.

these people lie to keep me alive, saying they need me as badly as they need air.

although, they choose to breathe now, no longer needing me until they want to use my lungs, a shell to control, to manipulate.

"i love you" no longer gives me butterflies, it strikes me as i scream "it isn't true", it is no longer pure, but a conversation filler.

no longer does the moon guide me towards you, it leads me away.

no longer does my heart beat in time with yours, instead, it clenches in pain.

i've embraced the shadows as i lead myself to the end of this road,

the end of us,

the end of me.