#worgasm

Something about a skeleton of me in the distance. 

A memory, with a history of breaking.

Your sunken insides show no remorse for illusion.

We were dark matter woven betwixt admiration, 

starlight navigating beyond a treacherous darkness; 

illuminating a journey into a vast expanse of ecstasy turned Vantablack.

Devoid of vitality. 

Your unknows show no remorse for discomfort. 

Scattered remains of a black hole molded into an image of you,

reflections desolate; 

Oblivion.

- You are my little shining star

my heart has no voice to express what it demands.

I speak before I think and as a result of our position, 

we lost our way.

Compassion locked behind a false front,

“This was just supposed to be fun.” 

It’s okay to say it;

you hate me and I hate that I never found the words say,

“I’ve made more mistakes than I’d like to admit.” 

My reflection in the mirror amidst the steam from the shower,

will never let me forget the scars I arranged against your figure.

My eyesight became cloudy.

There is no reason to stay.

My nights now consist of me walking around aimlessly in my own thoughts,

seeking a reason as to why you never turned to match my gaze.

This hallway looks the same.

“Where am I?”

Cold sweat.

The ceiling fan whirs.

“I’m awake.”