To the man my heart and brain fight to remember & forget
I’m confused
Not in the way where you debate between two choices
Or the way you wonder what was or wasn’t
More so when you stare at a wall and have no idea how to digest what has happened
Where you’re in between reality and illusion
A place where the person you think you love is but a facade for who you believe them to be
They appear to be the light and the warmth
But then like any possible experience in between the sky and the earth
Nothing ever stays hidden
They open the door to their heart but all you find when you step into the room is only a window
And all you see outside from it is nothing but complete darkness
So hollow and so empty , your heart only cares
Your mind understands and comprehends their confliction
But that’s not right
The man who stays composed behind his false persona cannot allow another human to see through him
So he locks the door while you remain inside
Lighting his match and all his ‘ weight‘
And watching you burn