The Blood & The Bones

They said you two really looked like you’d make it.

And, my heart still so full of you, I don’t know what to tell them. I can’t speak poorly of you. Partly because of the presence of hope still looming and because I tell myself that what I’m seeing can’t be who you really are.

And how do I say it’s over when, the truth is, you never even let begin.

But the further I am away from us, the more I believe that maybe I never really saw the real you.

Maybe what I saw was the version of a man made for me. Crafted specifically to make me believe in a happiness that wasn’t even real.

But there were holes in your disguise, in the mask you wore and the man you truly want to be revealed himself time and time again. Each time it was harder for me to just let it go..

You always said you liked dressing up, wearing costumes, being someone else. I guess I know now that wasn’t just for Halloween.

Maybe I saw what I wanted to see when you reached for me, when you loved me without hesitation. Maybe the man I believed you were is the man you never knew you could be.

I guess the monster you so longed to fully be claimed you in the end. And you wanted the other version of you more than you wanted me.

And he’s selfish. He’s detached. He’s imperfect but, if you’d of wanted me still, I would’ve kept loving you anyway.

LL~