The memorie of you crack a secret smile. No one knows, and no one knew.
Not about me, not about you. And especially not about us.
I am filling my head with demons, like you thought me too.
Maybe this was your plan all along.
Or maybe you are the demon.
Maybe you want me to be like this.
So you can play my hero, and let me escape my horrible reality.
In our tiny little hours together, you make me feel special.
Like I am living in some sort of dream.
It is a magical world, filled with my favorite colors.
For a single breath, everything feels right.
It feels like every piece falls back into place.
I close my eyes, and let myself be in that magical world for a little while longer.
But most of all I close them so I won't hear the sound of you closing the door behind you.
The door puts up a wall between you and me.
Between my reality, and the magical world.
Without a second look, you walk away.
And my demons are entering my head again.
