You and I, we drift apart as dreams fade in our subconscious. For some uncanny reasons, we always find reasons to abhor and despise each other but like conjoined twins we never, cannot break apart. You always see me as someone uncapable of self honesty, my words and confessions laced with beautiful lies, like sonnets written by a street poet drunk by apathy and loathing.
Yet amidst the brokeness and the crooked parts that was me, you've witnessed the vulnerability and by that sheer knowledge, the crooked parts doesn't mean a thing when you've found someone to wreck and be pretty with. Whilst I speak my lies very close to your lips, fresh realisations dawned to me and acknowledge that you are the first person to sift through my wreckage and dust off the jaded years, who deciphered my battle cries which I carefully close and never to divulge. You see the intensity of my madness that lurks in the dark alleys and mazes of my mind.
For some known reasons not to ourselves, there are now miles between us, a distance that became familiar and yet--uncomfortable. I would like to remember you as words I can put into phrases, words that could cut me and made me whole, words so beautifully strung together like symphonies and echoing chimes in my darkest hour.
