Grand illusion.

Dark nights and empty spaces; all was gone…that of you adore.

Simple gem with a thick shell; took a while to open the door.

A twist of events, strangely by faith; on and on, so wounded and long.

The need to please, ever-so-grandeur.

Ever. So. Fucking. Grandeur.

Attachment? Regret? Seduction, allure?

Why?

To not be filled to the brim. Execution of valour?

Stabbed. Twice. Or maybe more?

Confusion. Contortion. Conviction.

Forgo the flight. Break the pattern. Thrown to the floor.