Existential Crisis
She was beautiful but artificial
Partly here and partly there
But mostly she was nowhere
She had lost her solidity
But if she let you hold her
You could absorb her
She was yours
And then she wasn’t
But I adored her
In tears and in pain
I adored her
Blood stains and broken glass and cold stares and silence
I still adored her
She was mine and she was yours and she was hers and she was his
But all the while she belonged to no one
She was here for too long
Let herself slip away for too long
Stayed in her mind for too long
Gave herself away for too long
Let her stay in her mind
Where she can happily lay
Undisturbed by reality
Where she belongs
Where she deserves to be
Where she can exist without questioning her existence