We’re all just visitors here, and that can’t be so sure.

I’ve turned around so many times, my dear; I’ve lost what we’re here for. I sit for a moment, stuck in silence, because there’s not much more to do. The light from the window shadows my scars. I sit in terror of what I’ve just done. Smile at the thought of what I could be, my reign has just begun. So I’d promise to love with all my heart, if I knew where it had gone. I could spit out a thousand goodbyes, but the only goodbye that meant anything to me, was followed by your sigh. I buried it back, so all the time would crack and scream under the floor. To be followed by the lingering sensation of your fingerprint on my spine, has made me forget the light. We’re all so many prisoners here, kissing between our cells. If for one moment you looked and felt shame for us. I stuffed you in the pocket of my seemingly perfect world, but when you kissed me at the end of the night, I realised you weren’t that kind of girl. I will swallow whatever pill you give me, as long as my eyes are as big as yours.  I find myself meandering around in your thoughts. Each prayer, as big as the last.

I could cry all I want, but this time she’s never coming back.