Illusion
I heard them say, “He probably went to heaven; his deeds flew him there.” The morning sunshine he used to call me to my face, the lifeline he thought I was, was enough for my awakening to the only good that I ought to witness. We’d had our days being sugar candies to one another, conversations while his fingers tangled onto my hair brushing off all my dilemmas about love; about the togetherness and nothing at all bothered. He gave me everything he thought he did, and all I did was followed his lead into the illusion of bubbles of placebos. When trapped in there, I enjoyed the secrets of his life painted amongst the wall; mesmerising moments with no trouble, his charming face, all our cuddles. I loved his taste, the eyes I could watch it for the rest. I dived too deep but the deeper brought the darker. Despite the haste I had his back, and never used to point what he actually lacked. I thought the dark would let in the light and when I opened the door, I only had black sight. He’d s
