Moves made intentionally.
A game played in the mind
Create consecutive waves of ecstasy.

Words used to manipulate
As he seemed to purposefully direct me
With his wayward hand
Promises he could not keep
Taking advantage of beliefs
As morality was used
As a method
To abuse as provocation
For the act of urgency
Or were his words
Written earnestly.

A fragmentation of perceived reality.

He said he would be departing,
This web that is held together
By invisible strands
Of truth,
Of lies.


I asked him to stay
But I don’t know
If I’m just fucking crazy.


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