The melody emitted drew me near, weaving an illusion that kept me in awe. Charade of souls meeting and standing on common ground. Your craft and candor not breaking down my walls but dissolving them as if they never were. Your "words" were so colorful and I fell in love with all your painted truths. The knowing of you that seemed like years. Such faith I put in you, a trust no one knew.
But colors fade like smoke and the black begins to show. Remnants drifting in the wind, one wisp at a time. The reality of mediocrity set in as adoration was swept away. Your indifference and subtle cruelty left your pedastal in ruins at my feet. Your methodical touch, void of anything. Your shallow mind, not quite deep enough for the likes of me. Your words unspoken, leaving me to wonder if you exist at all. I once believed the cause was your wounded heart....until I realized the wounds were cut as an excuse....excuses for me alone.
So trivial I am to you, I doubt you will even know this is for you.