He told me that
whoever roamed our madhouse
form lifelong friendships
so we’d stay together.
My matching earrings.
One went missing,
the other left longing.
It’s kind of fitting.
He told me that
there’s no need to go back,
we can stay in Neverland.
Writing himself into my plans.
Our dream house,
European forest, celestial lamps,
custom furniture coloured tenebrous.
All before we hit the fan.
He could see my injuries
self-inflicted shackles, victim mentality.
Two cowboys, a town that’s not big enough.
So he flees, I return to my cell.
Our group of friends,
could’ve kept our inner circle,
stayed spinning ‘til the end.
He had no faith so we all tumbled.
We had adventures planned,
campfires by the outback,
weekends at big city bars.
And when we’re older,
we’d crash at his manor.
Master manipulator, his master mind
told me he’d protect me
from any danger ahead.
Courageous lion,
should’ve know he’s lying.
He built castles in the sky.
Cold diamonds in his eyes.
He agitated the gravel,
his soldier persona unravelled.
His august mendacities
crumbling before me.
He saves face, I’ve lost it.
Roaming my madhouse,
and he’s somewhere out there now.
