Childhood pixie dust

Analysis of Forgotten Dreams

I see her in the galaxy, twirling together in my foreverness. Infinitely mixing to give life in my particles. She is the foundation of my life. Her explosiveness is a darkness that I want to combine on my lips.
I never knew she could be so dangerous. I was ready to bury her in my forgotten dreams. I watched her walk past me, like a spirit, slowly disappearing as she had appeared in front of me. No acknowledgment of my ardor melting away from me. I felt myself disintegrate in that moment, time had stopped and I was the one to pay.

Yet, there was no acknowledgment. There was no acknowledgement. I was the ghost. I had to replay the hurt in my heart. Because I was beyond repair. I was teetering, I was spinning in despair. I felt her telling me, telling me to forget. Let the amnesia sink in, so I could drown myself in the perfect amount of hate. If I could be loved, if I could be hurt, maybe the pain of gratification can override my worth.

I was set like a switch, wishing to hurt forever and wishing to hurt you forever. Desiring to see tears fall from her eyes. I wanted her to cry as she could never be me. Because I was the ignition in the reaction and she was nothing but the dust on the street. But I did not want to reach out, I needed to be wanted. So, I could prove that I am more than just a body who begged for your attention.

Because I am also darkness, that I hide inside. And no matter how much I give myself to you, I will always be in control of myself. Two entities, two personalities that will give themselves to you, endless love. Once I am the one. But for now you are lost wasting your time with just another body. You won't find the happiness you crave with her. And I wish you luck with such a boring life, for I have sunken deeper in my darkness.