tears are salty for a reason

that they may sting the wound in your heart

and envelop the blindness of your eyes

have you forgotten, darling

how we played with fire?

but it seems only one

of us knew the rules of the game

i, seeking

you, hiding

and in the dark, bittersweet end

i stood up in the cold night

and stood up alone

for it was imagination all along

was it not, darling?

so you say

a pretense i carved for myself

out of nothing and everything

nothing real and everything surreal

how could i have been so blind?

perhaps you’re right

perhaps it is madness

but if madness will so tender be

let madness consume me

let madness consume me…