Why do you think he’s the criminal?
Don’t blame him for your brokenness.
Don’t blame him for the scarlet drops
And the scars that never die.
Look so carefully to your right hand
Beyond the glamour that obscures.
You can see your blood trickling down
On that silver blade you grip.
For the nth time you have been stabbing
Your own soul, the life reeking out
Caused by this fictitious version
Of himself that you create.
You see him like a prince in a dream
Who holds your hand so you won’t fall
Who saves you from your misery
And kiss you ’til death do you part
But he’s just a boy with flaws and slips
Not ready to be a man
How can he stand up strong for you
If he can’t stand by himself?
Will you now see with your eyes open
And never again with your heart
And your fickle mind that paints
A dreamlike image of him
This man you love resides in your dreams
Your mind’s very own fabrication.
Sealed within reality’s gates.
Inanimate and breathless.
You were not in love with the real him.
You were in love with the person you expect him to be.