In Worlds We Existed Once

Then when those moments fade
I bring up the places
Where you were lacking

He wasn’t that great anyway.

The vanity I despise
Spawns miniature
Demonic creatures
With high pitched voices.
Repetitively they echo
Thoughts of your appearance,
Doubting the existence that was fabricated.
In what ways was he a failure,
I didn’t know
But I used it anyway.

But even those things
Don’t seem to keep my thoughts
From lingering
In worlds we existed once.


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