“Living in Your Melancholic Lies“
©leo.banares

The years passed me by,
Sitting on a cold February air.
Time went sailing on,
Leaving me stuck—

–stuck-up,
Fed-up,
With your lies.

Sad,
Really sad.

Pictures from memories,
Tearing itself apart.
As you went on,
Looked back,
Walked away.

Your deafening footstep,
Slowly making its way,
Through the cold,
Rough, wasted, asphalt.

I wished for Polaris,
The northern star,
To guide you,
Light your path—

–never leave you.
Guide you.
Take care of you.

Even though you left me.
Bruised, battered, cold.

Your dreams,
Stuck in this world I’m in.
I tried to stand,
Hopeless, I fell.

I tried to scream,
Silence.

Seconds turned to minutes.
Minutes into hours.
Hours into days.
Days into weeks.
Weeks into months.
Months into years.
Years into eternity.

I lived in this world you created.
I swallowed everything you gave me.
I took it all in—

No fights,
No reclaims.

I took every little inch of your sanity.
I took it,
Stole it,
Kept it.

But you are too strong—

You took it back,
Kept it,
Hid it.

I suffered,
I waited.

My dreams torn apart—

–torn by your immature,
Selfless imagery.

I waited for you’re next move.
My awaited end in your society.
Your own make-up world.

Now I know.
I know who you really are.
I knew after spending—

–my whole futile life in your—

—Melancholic Lies.