Catharsis

Mea maxima culpa.

Seated, you showed me the faces of desire. Half-clad. Wasted. Coy. Half-awake. Arms wrapped in bliss. Each one devoid of the other's existence. Weaving complicated lies as you ignore one in favor of the other. Your week, full. 

Their paths should never cross. 

More grief and fear than you could ever imagine struck me. As I am armed and cursed with the gift of the truth, I wield the double-edged sword. The Queen of Spades. I see you as you are--I shouldn't trust anyone. Your tentacled life all the more confirms my decision to no longer search for the stoppered jar that holds my heart. My other self that I thought I had buried, but still exists parallel to this life that I now have. Peer into my chest and a gaping void fills the emptiness.

Asperges me.

Star plucked out of the heavens, I fled. You yield pain and sorrow as I had mistakenly pined on to wait. Your indifference and selfishness slowly killed me. Blinded. Brief joys will pepper your days filled with melancholy. The angel no longer spreads her wings to comfort you. 

You lose me, you lose me not. You lose...

Te in somnis video.