we meet in the hallway of darkness, you saw my fleam in the peace of paper. i wrote you a letter with the sharp words that i'd never want to go through again- the epiphany of misery is too much to handle, so, i'd let it enwreathe my thoughts. the reverie's getting in my way but i couldn't see anything but darkness- the tittynope memories you left me are still in my closet of intimacy.
i'm laying with all of your lies that you fed me. i want to be insouciant so i could bring up the best of me- the part of me that i have never seen since you left. you made me believe that it was all my fallibility that made you be drowned in a sea of mistakes, but it was you. it was only you.
you've come up with the uncertainty, you should have let me stay with darkness and let myself cope up within. i should've not met you in tenebrosity, we should have not met. i was coping, but you came- and now it is impossible to get you out of my mind. i'd be lying if i say that i don't need to see your silhouette in mine.
