Compulsive lover of a thousand dreams lost,
With an incarcerated smile that convinces not even you,
Do your reveries of a world forgotten haunt your days?
Does each passing heartbreak mend your mistakes?

Ruptured and split, but never fractured to the core,
Bound to your teasing smiles and tasteless kisses,
Do you wonder if he hurts like you do?
If you’re alike, would it mend all your wounds?

There’s a quiet enchantment that the world offers,
It arrives like a wave, but shatters like a storm.
Might you stand firm against the breaking dawn
That threatens to rip apart the essence of who you are?

I wonder if you trace my words with your lips
And guiltily wish my promises were his.
I like the way you promise yourself happiness,
Never to find that it was right where you left it.

Do you ever wonder if your guilt is like his own?
Pretty and sorrowful, where victim and executioner
Both become mismatched in a world of morality lost.
The most broken of puzzles always fit each other.

Stardust eyes and sparkling silver glints of a moment;
Is that all you’ll offer me, along with sweet words
And heightened glossy promises you’ll never fulfill?
Call me not what you are, I’ll never be like you.

I’ll not lie; your happiness was my forte for but a second.
Blazing gifts and memories he repeated to all, even me,
But I’d have wished him with no-one but you, princess.
Dreams of the idealistic are not walls I wish to crush.

I’d write you a paradise to place your mind at rest,
But I’d rather you not envision me as anything more
Than what I am; I’ll not be your final resting space.
I’d rather you tear down the memory and put me to rest.