Dying, Starving Affection cannot survive on empty promises and sweet nothings I drown my pillow in tears as I swim in heartbreak and drown in agony The fog will fade Once I figure you out I’ll see you are just a projection of the greatness I buried under the rubble of self doubt and insecurities Too afraid to see, I project from soul onto you You look like the stuff of legends They would sing the ballads I wrote about you and recite all the sonnets, if they saw you with my eyes When the haze clears, I know I’ll be looking in the mirror The veil is torn The smoke screen is lifting Turn off the fog machine The only extraordinary things about you are all the virtues I granted in my imaginings A pretty little face and only a little bright I should edit the gospels before they spread Decry, dethrone and destroy the idols I built in your image Just a lost boy seeking his mommy’s love A little kid playing pretend Dripping insecurity Wrapped in loneliness Seeking solace in my arms Stea