Iíve never sat so close to a flame
and felt less heat than its shadow implies
Iíve never felt such fullness in emptiness
I didnít need a new scar to help me realize

You are a mirage
an oasis bleeding crystal clear water
sparkling in the distance of my desert
but I see you disappear

Cut too close and I watch you vanish
Pacing back and forth to try to find the line
Where do you go?
All I know is that you do.
Written by wizardmotors
Author's Note
I think I hate myself so much that I canít picture someone else genuinely loving me, caring for me, or even considering me. Iím tired.
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