I look deeply within them, I can see the life they hold,
but you’re eyes are a disappointment.
I want things to be simple,
I want to be what I am and trust that you will hold that same safeguard.
But as I turn around
you mutate into someone I will not hold.
You are not who you appear to be,
at the same time,
you are everything you appear to be.
You are an illusion.
You are transparent--a chameleon.
I have met you before,
in different bodies, in different times.
You are a lie personified.
You are pain warped into something beautiful.
I wish the best for you and hope never to see you again.
The shame of it all is that you are my lifeline.
You are everything to me.
I need you;
like a slave I am tied to you with an illusion of the hope of freedom.
I wish nothing more than to leave.
I want to leave.
Until I find greener pastures,
until I find that wide open space and freedom from a truer life,
I shall always have you.
you are a painful breath I must take in.
Keeping you at an arms length,
I will push through this,
and hope with all my strength
that the Gods answer my prayers and pull me away from you,
you sharp lie,
you ‘hope of a better day to come’.