extremes

You had a filter on

All this time

That turned you into this

Magical creature

You seemed too good

To be real

You seemed too pure

To walk this same earth

As the rest of us

And every word you uttered

Sounded like music

but now,

that magic has faded

and i see you

as you are

lips dark and dry

skin ashen

like furniture gathering dust in a corner

old and falling apart

and your voice

like chalk against the board