Lessons learned in a dark room where reality was within my grasp but I let it slip through my fingers.

The illusion of you was always better than the real picture,

but the illusion of you has long eluded me.

I left it in a dark room with various fragments of my heart.

Left them to keep what ever's left of your ruined soul company.

For, we both knew our forever would be temporary but enjoyed the amnesia it embraced us with.

I get lost just to be found.... and every time you lose it you come to find me.

You were the illusionist in search of the truth... and I was too blind to be deceived.

You fed my insanity while I tempted your temptations.

You found ways to adapt to my madness and I found ways to feed your fire.

You were my distraction from the heavens and I was the fossil fuel for your creativity..

Observations made in a dark room where reality is within my reach but i still let it slip through my fingers...

Because the illusion of you is still better than the vivid picture..

and every time I think that illusion has eluded me....

I find you lost inside me.