When you smile at me, and we have so much fun together,

Is it just me that gets so giddy, and it glistens on you,

Or do you swallow your butterflies on cue,

Do you hold space for me, a bouquet of ungiven affection?

And when I miss you, knowing I built this nest far away,

Stained with the blood of my victories’ gore,

Are you just another flower for me to help marry its destiny,

To live happily ever without me?

Or am I destined to worship you, living to feed your rise,

Whilst suffering my shrinking and demise,

Toiling to no end, the shame of days,

Can a narcissist be so masochistic?

Should I now go find a new home and abandon all I now know,

For here I see sunsets and joy in my solitude,

My kin do want me around, but will this end me stuck,

Needing me so much, there is none left, is there any for me?

Can I then enjoy these rivers that flow up,

That brings me new feels, new dreams to help come true,

Then let them continue to the ocean without me,

Even if I love and provide like an ocean?

And if we find a forest where we could flourish,

Soil away from the earth that swallowed our chords,

Where my animal can lay hidden,

Will anonymity be our heaven?

Then when our old worlds can’t find us,

Will we glow invisibly and leave beautiful memories that color,

That heal the death of our absence,

And thus we can be okay just us alone?