I sit here and watch my replacement.
Tears in my eyes,
Reflecting the memories in my mind,
As they drift towards,
Rather than away.
My eyes shut fast,
Where is it? I look and I look,
Searching in the archives of my mind
Searching for my life,
The happy life before this kind.
I grab the files I find,
The ones of the lies and deceit,
The ones of the fake love,
The ones of the horrid nights
And the ones of your eyes.
I tear them up one by one,
Until eventually I just chuck it all,
I chuck it all into the shredder,
And when it’s done
I throw it out onto the dust.
Dust. That’s what they deserve to be.
Immitations of life, love and truth.
As dust flies it acts alive but eventually,
Eventually it hits the ground,
And becomes what it originally was.