A sip from the cup of fantasy
gets me good and gone.
My storyboard smudges
and makes way for the silhouette,
determined that I forget,
and yet—
Time and distance, what of it?
Reality is how you fake it.
I have a psychotic tendency,
my delusions have awakened.
I am not the First,
never meant to be,
but if by some off chance
your universe breaks
from the weight
of losing your best friend,
I will be waiting
to be your new future,
to be your dead end.
gets me good and gone.
My storyboard smudges
and makes way for the silhouette,
determined that I forget,
and yet—
Time and distance, what of it?
Reality is how you fake it.
I have a psychotic tendency,
my delusions have awakened.
I am not the First,
never meant to be,
but if by some off chance
your universe breaks
from the weight
of losing your best friend,
I will be waiting
to be your new future,
to be your dead end.
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