Swim in Heartbreak and Drown in Agony/Projections from my soul

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

Stealing my warmth, leaving me freezing

The spell wears off

I can see better today than I did yesterday

Malnourished love, bread crumbing the delusion, it died

It was all in my head

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