You will be a still shot in a frame,
on walls I only pass in my subconscious.
A memory of a moment in time I can’t reproduce
all I have are ancient developments of film
reflecting an image I can’t understand.
Light meets dark in a matter of clicks.
When the cheese that was so fresh in my heart has become molded;
Greener than the grass I thought was on the other side.
Red rooms have lost their luster.
No more will I associate deep colors with my love for you
You pissed on my rainbow without asking me…
you are another character in a story book.
A nursery rhyme missing rhythms of 5-7-5.
A haiku that I can’t even mimic as he looks to me for understanding.
you are a glimpse into the pessimistic reality that,
there will be people who pass through his life,
only to leave stained images of a memory he wishes he never had.
He will be barren of your deceitful ways.
Unknown to your magical tricks.
Protected from your title.
Alive in the process
his satisfaction won’t rely on people of your caliber…
Where are they now…
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