A mere stranger,
To give him an entire existence?
A fool,
To give him all my power.
What changed in me five days ago ? To the hour?!
What piece of me did I accidentally give away...
Replaced with a figment, a seed, to an entire world
I curated.
A lense called delusion, is a battle I must fight
Why can't I exist, like I did since the fortnight?
Did he have any intent at all.
Why ask? When I was to be forgotten.
Why know my name ? Before I ever told.
How ?
Why...
Why, you? That I have lost all sanity.
Why now, after an eternity of slumber.
Could someone answer the question,
Of why him and why me
And why he doesn't want me.
The problem,
Is it my personality, Am I not pretty?
Tell me, Atleast.
I need to close our story.
You shall no longer be required to play the part.
I'm ending this journey.
An ending, to this wretched art.
Of my heart as your canvas,
made of cloth
Ripped and thatched.
My fault, my fault entirely.
I got attached.
-F
