You confabulate, making it up as you go, a new reality of lies and half truths that no one else can believe Every moment you create a new reality, that only you can believe at this point, where you are still the perfect Princess faultless in your fantasy.
A succubus of light and love, sucking time and treasure from those you see above, hollow in your empty leisure. No purpose. Chasing pleasure.
You fear the darkness within, your voids that consume all light and joy, forcing your self-sabotage and doom you to eternal loneliness since you’ve always fled instead of embracing your darkness.
You pretend to be a Princess, unaccountable while seeking your Prince Charming. And yet what you crave is a Knight, clad in Darkness to tame your desires and protect your heart while living out your fantasies with a fell protector.
I struggle I battle every day against the darkness against the despair since you left chasing madness and leaving me here alone
I keep writing bleeding lines on the page my soul dripping from the cuts the holes you left in me
The air snaps with the cold. Breath burns, slaps across my face frozen as your heart.
There is not enough alcohol in all the world to fill the hole you left when you left with them.
A burst of Indian Summer. Warmth and golden glow before the sudden cold and early dark, a reflection of our love.
The days grow short, the nights cold. Oh how I wish for the times of old, Before all the lies had been told.