You’re always there in my mind,
Dancing without moving.
Skipping from thought to thought,
Each memory is a pain you’ve brought.

I attempt to sweep you into a corner,
A symbol of desire.
Your shape, your voice, your scent,
Adds to my inevitable descent.

An epitaph of my absolute ideal.
Plastered upon my mind.
An ever-changing portrait of perfection.
The mind is the perfect deception.

A deception in to the desirable self-depreciation.
Trailing through thick mud,
I present myself, dirtied and used.
Forever bloodied and bruised,
By you.

Limping into your shining light,
You, your figure ever so slight.
Each attribute so toned and defined.
Forces me to toil and grind.

The stage soiled, I continue.
Your ignorance feigned against those eyes.
I clutch, grab and tear.
Yet you carry on, unaware.

I exit stage left.
Left, but nothing more.
I watch from the shadows,
Your inevitable, disgusting encore.

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