Fool

You can tell yourself whatever you like- that I'm bad, that I'm good- but I'll still slip in slowly and overturn everything you have ever built. I'm not your dream, I'm not your nightmare. I'm the thing in between that makes you forget who you are, who slowly chips away at your dreams until they are nothing but tiny pieces of rubble in my hands.

You don't know the paths I have traveled, but I know yours very well. I'm much older than you are, and I have ways of seeing past the flimsy masks that humans wear. When you think you look strong, I can see the cracks in your bones and the tears in your fabric.

You think you found me broken, in need of love and longing to be wanted. This was a story you crafted for yourself. You thought I looked forlorn and pitiful, but you saw what you needed to see. I knew you would.

You are blind to it all. I show you the ice in my heart, I singe everything I touch, and still you stay. You make it so easy; I play you like a violin. Plucking each string perfectly, making you dance to my beat until there is no other way for you to move.

How far will you let me take you? I have been here before and I will be here again, but for you this is your only chance. Your chance at happiness, at life, and you waste it on me. If you think I can love you, you are only fooling yourself. Which you can do if you like, it does not matter to me. But soon enough, we will be done and I will move on.

I have been here before, and I will be here again.