Secrets and stars in the night sky.

Your aesthetics partly half by design and half by the genetic lottery that you garnered so fortunately still has the tendency to render me useless, experience was no substitute for chemistry but science proved more costly then history,

You’ve always been more then the sum of all your parts but you play the cards so closely to your ample chest because disorientation bestowed you more then honesty,

But it was my words that triggered the final act as a desperate ploy to be noticed, and the replacements that we never thought about had learnt all of our lines in a short space of time long before the final curtain fell,

The poisoned silence discharged from your lips is in contrast of all the secrets you let slip when our worlds collided, but now that you’ve colluded with another world all of the secrets and stars that lit our night sky are slowly dying.