Rain-Streaked Reverie

You crave the model,

the silhouette of grace The perfect curve,

the porcelain in the face.

Someone to parade on the city boulevards Driving the excess,

while I’m holding all these shards.

You say it's trivial,

"it’s not that hard to bear" But I feel the incision,

the ghost of a scar in the air.

If she’s invisible, a shadow of no note Why do you shutter

your eyes when the words escape your throat?

Stupid boy, crafting a grief so deep Changing your current while I’m

barely in sleep. She has the inventory that I cannot command How

do I battle a ghost made of shifting sand?

A trophy for the gallery,

someone to display In the neon rhythm of the Friday night array.

Spending the hours in a house that feels like glass Leaving me

behind, as the seasons start to pass.

Everything I’m missing, everything I crave to be I’m dismantling the pedestal,

setting the truth free.

I don’t want to be her.

Je ne veux pas être elle.

I want to be me,

free from this spell.

So bad.

Si mal.

100% Tiguidou.

The comparison is deleted.

She is an image.

I am the reality.