It’s a shame insecurity is so unattractive, and that batting your eyelashes is part of this code of rules and conduct that dictate how to secure a partner. I’m sorry i’m not up to your standards, really, sorry.

I had a dream, a drunken vision of what tonight was supposed to be,

but like all else it’s been swallowed into a chaos of my bleeding limbs,

I wish I was so many things,

I want from you things I can’t say aloud, because you are not real enough to me

you are just smoke between my fingers, burning from something I can’t even see anymore

the ashes blew away in the wind

nothing was alive again

and so, nobody remembered.