Battle Scarred

Evidently, we lost ourselves trying to find one another, and the body count was evident, yet we still couldn’t get it together.  
 
Lost, so hopelessly lost in the secret that became us and neither of us can be held accountable for the perceptions of bystanders whilst they forced themselves into the frame that was never meant for them.  
 
Neither of us can be held accountable for the perceptions others created without a checkpoint to guide them in the right direction whilst feasting upon our energy.
 
The world is a fucked up place when you intersect with sickly maligned minds who’re incapable of discerning their own perceptions as their perspectives bleed when reality sets in.  
 
A lie for a lie, and there’s no eye for an eye but the madhouse is raging with lunatics who cast aspersions.  
 
I’m nothing but art, and you’re becoming an old fart. Forgetful, but not oblivious to what we shared, and where it all began.  
 
It certainly wasn’t here as we span beyond my time here but my pages belong to you, every single one of them.  
 
From there to here, I carried you in my heart.  
 
My heart bled for you, it’s all I could offer you for my arms were full of little arms that needed me at home, baking cupcakes.
 
It’s why we never quite found each other in the light, albeit I was nestled into you as we battled our own wars, in the dark.
 
And my world will come to a screeching halt when you depart this earthly plane, for you possess my heart. Still.