i sit here, with my face clinging to my fingers
she sat nowhere, on a throne.
pale moonlight illuminated her pretty face.
yet it was so disturbing
the time it took between getting to understand her
and an i love you.
she knew i liked games
and i knew she could play them
but we never abided by the rules
so we created our own and played our only reality
it didn't take too long to break our own rules
but we broke them differently, understand?
we weren't the same.
we were so different.
she was on a throne for a reason
and my face is slipping through my fingers
i feel it melting off
but you can't help me.
this game is now a competition.
the hourglass she held runs
and im out of breath
am i sprinting?
am i chasing her?
my legs will never let me catch up.
this game is a tie in accordance to the universe's rules.
but it feels as if i have lost this game because we are playing by her rules.
i wonder if she felt as if she'd won.
in my eyes, she had.
i'll always let her win.
she'll always do that, be there.
