We made pacts at midnight, ones I knew we'd never keep.
The more i fawned and glamour zed the conversation began to take a scary turn.
A turn I've felt before but not as immense.
I was hers and I knew she'd never be mine.
I stayed awake and thought dreams, in which this fantasy realized itself true.
But the facts I know, rip me apart inside, until nothing remains but one great dark void, from which nothing escapes, or is retained.
I feel drained now because, unlike her, my options are few, my decisions, no longer my own.
Looking into her eyes, for what must have equated to hours overall,
I saw the illusive beauty I will never have or hold.
Like sand through fingers, I know this is brief, and already so, I've clenched on tight and placed myself all in.