ask yourself why you're alone
erase my name from your little black heart
for the streetlights i drag with me
are not enough to make your path bright and clear
and your lipstick vandalized mirror
abruptly disconnects you
from the true self
that undoubtly falls to its knees
everytime my name's conversed to soundwaves.
as clouds rain down on lonely people all around the real world
you so aptly despise,
you will one day wake up sweating
and with a urge in your heart,
you'll try to patch up the blanket that once warmed your uncoherently cold body
on the bleakest on nights.
as your mind pleasantly wonders in your ever so shiny cinematic dreams,
mine consistently replays the credits of our class b indie movie,
not knowing yet which role i played.
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