Gifted with the ability to read encrypted signs,
a thin layer signed—
Simply a line in a song she played and the chores you serenade.
Just like a hide and seek on a 5th grade.
This vision is a curse, not a blessing.
I wish my insight didn’t need to be so sharp, leading me to some truth,
and making me feel like a real creep.
And your world points out that I am the weirdo just for protecting my peace,
Your world tells me that I am obsessed while your eyes act like stalkers,
Your world heartlessly makes me look like a lunatic after drinking your potion,
Your world keeps building a fortress of glass, tricks, and violence, even though it would break easily under my tenderness.
No use, because there’s no competition to kill each other here.
I've been dead, and you’ve murdered what we had—
Blood everywhere.
When the truth is,
your world made and created that frame for me.