I sat here for a time unknown to me. Idle.
Dazed. Reminiscent. Introverted.
It's easy to give these feelings words in retrospect, but its lack of perspect' that's brought me here. Here. This hell. This purgatory. The home that now belongs to me.
My fate here was prophesied long ago, on nights where my phone was on but my heart steadily on incognito. Bon iver, then Birdy both screamed at me. Gospel to a non believer.
When you left a void, crater-like in size appeared in my chest and suddenly, it all made sense. The nightly pangs feel like blades formed by the demon blacksmith himself. They twist in the same way I twisted your honest words.