This darkened room,
with it's faint light,
illuminates as a deep
grey against the walls.
The faint sound of falling rain;
the sound of it soothing me,
carrying me away into a
different world, to a different time,
to a different place;
where I am confined
to it's remembrance...
The sound of your voice,
the look in your eyes...
The moment of when you looked at me,
and I couldn't look back...
{Holding me back; your holding me back...
I have to escape, I can't look back... Damnable compassion amongst
curdled tears...}
Your continuous, nervous glances
And unspoken words that
lie hidden among the gloom;
for this, I know, is where your
lamentation lingers and secretly looms...
Am I really real?. Was I really
Real to you?.
Or am I simply a
figment of your imagination?.
Of what you thought that I was...
No; You don't see me, and you don't know
Me.
That longing... A longing for who you
Thought that I was, or should be;
But never really me.
For although your desire was strong,
your feelings
Never ran as deep...
Weary of the tears,
and sick of the burning pain,
I have finally cut the ties that bind...
The ties that bound me to you.
No, I'm not what you want.
I'm what you think that you want,
Simply because of who you want me
To be...
A life of pain, control and misery
Would soon contain me...
I will not let this be.
For if we were ever to "love,"
Then we would both
be damned to fall.
This is what was,
what is,
and what will be
Eternally.
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