I wake up, somewhere unknown,

Someone unknown,

Unfamiliar smells, feelings, emotions.

 

It, this thing has been waiting for me,

It was only a matter of time.

 

But this thing is familiar,

when I move he moves,

when I speak he speaks,

When I feel,

He feels.

 

He doesn’t want to hurt me but he breaks me down,

He wants to see me succeed but forces me to fail,

He wants to be me,

He is me.

 

Is this really what it’s about?

The faint smell of people I have never met before

— Mary Jane and Liquid Courage —

The sound of what I think is love,

Spending time with the serpent that once had arms.

 

It’s not.

It’s not because I failed to notice.

It’s not because I failed to notice this thing was good for me.

 

This thing broke me down to see me rise up,

He forced me to fail so all that would be left is success.

 

Life is empty without him,

Incomplete.

But with him, it’s more than complete,

It’s… familiar.