Delusional thoughts plague a cold soul.
Trust given to snakes in the wait.
Someday it will eventually end.
Possibly see the light of day.
Liberated from self imbued masochistic shackles.
The real me can finally be at peace.
Yet, fond memories of you still remain.
At least, of the real you. Maybe this is it.
Was it a hallucination or reflection?
My perception was slightly biased, I admit.
Bias off. Clear eyed. 20/20.
I’m glad we met.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, follows the heard.
The herd knows. I know. Does she?
As is your desired position in this make believe kingdom.
Your existence is inconsequential.
Fickle how the human heart is.
A string of random gentlemen line up.
Generated by pure boredom or conquest.
Wonder what my number was?