brickhomes:

You speak to me in smiles but I don’t trust it. I don’t trust myself here, with you. I feel myself being brought closer to you over a lie. It all seems perfectly normal but I’m sorry, I have no memory or bearings here. I feel less than dirt. I don’t even know if I am at fault, but I can be, if it would make us both feel better. But did you lie to yourself? Why are you smiling? I have done nothing for you. I have nothing for you. I can’t remember the promise made.

You came to me and you were wearing headgear, it was a mask you told me it was because you are so ugly. You broke my heart. You said no one will hire you, and no one loves you, not even your friends. You told me that I promised you. I couldn’t remember, I tried. I’m trying. But nothing. How did you find me here? How do you remember me?  How do I tell you this? My promise is on a ring I wear around my neck, it’s connected to my chest, and not even I know what it says. 

I rest never. You found me and I was never looking for you. I created you, and I never wanted what I had to offer.