I see his face in the mirror,
I hear his voice when no one else is here.
I can’t help but wonder if he’s what I need,
He soothes my conscious with sweet whispers.
My eyes are synchronised with the chandelier,
But I don’t know if it has nothing to do with me.

I can feel him pull away though,
But I don’t really mind.
I don’t let myself get too attached,
His skin could melt away the winter snow.
I never wanted a commitment for us to bind,
The first time he saw me with no inner patches.

In my dreams we’re getting close,
In the morning I can’t trace his gaze.
I can’t play games guessing how we feel,
He’s my new muse that my hand wrote.
We made plans in the early phase,
Now I...