My own enemy
Mentally numb to the fact that you do not look at me in
the same passionate way. I still keep your sweet
whispers locked away in my brain. Only he has the key
to re-open my shame. And unfortunately still....
reluctantly stay in my face in a diabolical dismay.
Waking up to cold night sweats, since I have made my
own bed and now I must lay in it and deal with my own
threats. I deliriously keep thinking of when we first
met and how our love has fallen into a great debt.
I walk on a sea of misery. I lost my soul to a epitome,
of my own enemy. I've asked myself how it needs to be
but, continue to be me irrevocably. Dancing in the
moonlight genuinely with a halo over my head inevitably.