Love never existed there, only some pseudo emotion… Something like a blanket to keep us warm at night. This ‘love’ is like some veneer that made life a little more beautiful, but that cloak has been peeled away, and I see things as they are. I do thank you for wasting time with me. I’ve made it through the pain now, and as I emerge, you might suddenly think of me.
I spent some time beneath the surface of reality
I spent some time floating in a bottle
I spent some time in the dark
I spent some time alone
Now, you ask why I don’t smile?
Now, you ask why I don’t try?
Now, you want me?
Now, you are too late
I vanished beneath the surface
I drowned in a bottle
I got lost in the dark
I learned a lot from myself, when I stopped to reflect
I felt my eyes burn at the very thought of you, but now it’s been replaced by an icy glare. These are the seasons of heartache, as I close the door on what was. Criticized by you, judged by you, and in time, hated by you. Take care, I hope you find that love you were looking for in me.