Fuzzy views and blurred imagery
Left marks on the mirror
A prism of colour reflects what I aspire to feel
But I don’t
I am lonely
I don’t know the difference between solitude and independence
My own life is constructed of long endless nights and the excuse to not leave
Where were you? Were you even truly there to begin with?
A phantom limb that would gain my attention whenever you pleased
Stupid little girl
As I fell between the cracks of your lies you ruled my world and controlled me entirely
Impulsive and pouring with melancholy
I mirrored your actions
Because after all that prism of colour always lead to your white light