The mixed signals mirroring the taste of my own reflection.

The Cacophony of your signals leave me perplexed, disoriented by your carnal desires but left disappointed and dispossessed by your lack of emotional structuring, we wanted a spark just so we could watch the world burn,

More then just a notch on the post of your desperation to be accepted as everything we all know that your not, classically trained in the art of distinction between those that could break you and those your willing to leave in your wake, 

Your eyes speak to me of the sadness that lay in the void of your irreplaceable dreams, but your lips taste of nothing more then my next mistake, I wish I was strong enough to fight off someone mirroring my own reflection,

I broke myself and then used every piece trying to fix you, now I watch you break yourself, it’s in the silence when I hear you the most, I find myself lost in these reflections, but it’s in this silence that what I fear the most is the truth.