Cracked Smiles
You said I was an addiction, that I felt pleasent, a deep rooted satisfaction even. Like smoking, something you knew you should never induldge in. Yet something you craved, to many times to count.
You said I was poison --- something that hurt to let go of , something that never totally seemed right in the long run. Something you where unable to bifurcate from.
You said I was a drug, a phase of life you could find splinder in, a phase of life you could find joy in. Someone who fixed cracked smiles and gave you hope in never saying goodbye.
The truth is I was none of these things , you where speaking of yourself. Talking of a snake in the grass, a well coated reflection. One that perceived itself as addiction, destoried itself as poison; and carved into me like demons. With no remorse, or conception of the fact that time does not heal all wounds.
You said I was sunshine, the burning grace aginst your smooth skin. I said you where a photograph. A picture of a sunset that was never quite perfectly shot. Yet still as the photographer I tried to will my views. Never able to understand things look diffrent behind a lens.
-Máx 6-30-2018 // 23:21