An inferior presence swayed at your side,
its ultimate control held you in a trance.
A battle torn sky loomed, tumbled down,
an anchor pulled at the strings of its core.
My gravity spiralled into oblivion,
your words annihilating the peace that once mirrored,
so calmly in my eyes.
My fear of heights,
and yours of commitment,
the lies that became nurtured by a common arrogance.
My soul’s passing lost,
within the intrigue that planted its seed in your mind.
The stitching that once bound us,
deteriorating,
ripping,
fading with omitting time....
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