A couple moons ago we were one But I had seen the future before it became real I had seen the Dimond shaped mirrors in my brain, showing me, and showing you I seem to walk not quite fast from whoever who leaves But you? I walk outside the door as slowly as I can Not knowing the the wind will mess up my hair And the rain will flood the roads, keeping me in strands My words get tangled, in saying I don’t care and in staying under your shades Like I didn’t once cry myself to sleep for the choices I had made None of it was real, none of it was fake The only black and white that I wasn’t a blue in “I wouldn’t even care if it all ends, close or far, soon or late” Was it really the case? When my heart was more open and more embraced? I keep saying that the us that exists will never be the perfection that once lived in my brain But all I deduct is how I am not who I imagined All because of one messy spark, alive or dead All because of the selves that couldn’t get enough blood out of my neck All because of those stings on my bruised lips and heart All because if I close this chapter, would another one come to life? Whatever