...

The barriers have shifted.

When once my eyes were blinded by flattery 

They more than see clearly now. 

The beating of hearts was never one. 

Our paths never meant to cross. 

The sting of which our feeble minds recognize as pain 

Simply a temporary distraction 

From the stagnant air we breathe. 

For my existence was never 

A character in a storybook fantasy 

Nor were my shaking hands

Ever meant to save you.-