your love is naught but a cold fire
a scalding shard of ice straight through my heart
and still i chase you, desperate,
blinded by the lie i keep telling myself
clearly, you’re so warm that you freeze me
when in reality, you burn because you’re cold
and such is love,
when our realities cross and merge,
when your flaws disappear into thin air,
when in reality, each passing day turns us into strangers
what can a man do but cry
perhaps he can try.
But to try is all that he can do.
you’re a monster, disguised as a dream by a traitor,
the biggest traitor,
by my own mind and soul,
and I will not truly see it until the day
my very skin flakes off me in my grave,
perhaps it’s because I’m happy here,
living in a dream that will never come to pass.