You’re finally alive for the first time it seems, you’ve seen betrayal – you’ve seen broken hearts before, only now you know the meaning. It seems you’re becoming the practical puppet master of your life instead of the puppet in this life.
You’re dead to me, my conscious tried to rule you out of my life, free from hurting me. Impulsive self protection mechanism is sudden realization.
Barred, yet your thoughts plague this place in my heart.
My wall stands still, as it did before. Separation still yields comfort as its side effect, deception tries to escape detection.
I still cannot heal these wounds – although I try – they bleed so slowly. Only time will heal them.
Painfully, you’ve become nothing to me, my psychological interference – you’re loosing your identity.