My weariness grows in the vast emptiness of what is to come

Never knowing, nervous anticipation of the inevitable

Wanting feelings I don’t deserve

Expecting pity I don’t, and never have, wanted

Parallel representations of my true desires

Desires of my heart are vague and motionless before me

Like a broken photograph

Broken and perfect regardless of appearance

“Appearance is deceiving, beauty is fleeting”

Beauty is everything, all that matters

Lies

All lies

And I dwell in it

But not forever, no, not forever.