It was never about,

not wanting to have

to

change

my plans

or your hopes

and dreams.

I always knew I’d fail,

and you are

a mistake

I never wanted to make.

fingers

triggers

dancing

together.

end of all

somethings,

that started from

nothings.

A sick,

pathetic,

dance of naked

bodies strewn across

a dreamscape reality.

memories shimmer

in the distance

too far for me

to see clearly,

but close enough

to remind me what

I have missed out on

all of these broken years.