Follow me

Enter into my world, he says. A world of wonders and passion.
How life seemed so fascinating. I came. I wondered. I fell.

You see I loved him too deep. Knowing just where I stood, I 
failed myself.

Time called a crease to savor my cries. Lingering long enough
to scrap me off the floor. Melted and so unappealing.
I had worn myself too finely. 

All in hopes that I was found worthy of his attention.

I had to rid myself of the stresses of being in his
environment. Drop to the ground only to save myself
from the callous laughter I heard coming from his
latest attraction. 

I never thought myself to be a coward nor cruel.
Yet I found myself wanting to go to such atrocious 
extremes to be shady and vindictive. 

Why?

I still wanted him to hold me. Clutch me as though
I was all that was enough for him. My hope to 
rekindle this embered passion. 

Yet I knew I could not. I had done it too many times.
I had to scream. Deep within me I needed that release.
I just let go. You turned away from me when I yelled.
Corrected you of the reality of our situation not once
but several times. 

And the final straw was to just say goodbye. Never
explaining just how severing that was to me. Yet I 
did. 

I felt as though I had died. And for the best, in 
conclusion, I had be resurrected as who I am now.

Sure I glance over my shoulder to see if hello 
would make a difference. Only to realize even your
latest attraction has subsided and you have carried
on to a new distraction.

I know I won't ever mean anything to you. 
As harsh as that is, I recognize the truth. 
A toy. A distraction. 

Never the facts of reality. 

TIme clears away. It clarifies what I knew
within my mind. The voice of truth echoing
inside my head. 

I didn't want us to break away completely.
Yet it was the best choice that was given.

Best part is that I still have pieces of you.
Even though I know you don't even remember my
name