Let me be around your loneliness

to do away with a bit of mine

The rules of happiness I seem to break

Can you tell me the way to despair?

Being with you earns me nothing but illusion

A mighty empire on a fickle ground

Of which you’re the empress, the queen, the shining light

But I, the crown on your head, the power to your ignorance

As anxiety alters my reality I reach a stage

where the dead seems livelier than the real

I question my morality as I watch the colours of love fade

and my mouth tastes like hatred.

Hatred for you, the last emotion I wanted

Hoping against hope that this isn’t the last emotion I emote.

Magic, does it exist?

Or was your illusion of care a form of magic too

To put me under a spell of despondency

where you become my cure.

Being with you feels like

going out for a walk during a storm

Letting the harsh wind pull & push you high

To fall in love with the weightlessness to the point

where you don’t want to set foot on land again.

Even though you know your head will be full of rain.

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