He thought he was above it all, he thought he was different. He thought he could evolve beyond his skin. Only a man draped in the abundance of air, can believe that he can go without it.
He was drowning in delusion, perhaps this is why I fell in love with him.He was unique in his disturbance but after many years, I could see that this was his tone. He was a regular screech, in a valley of clashes and bangs.
I was bored. He thought he knew what I was. I told him I was change, and he saw me evolve in front of his eyes but I was limited to his disguise, to his needs. I was a painted picture, he thought he could study. He denied his skin, it was then I could see that his skin was his truest most loyal enemy. He refused to kindle his eyes to my bloom and I refused to explain the change that was evident, if he let my wings have its rightful room.
I was so used to squeezing myself into the tightest of spaces, I could not see that he gave me a straw into his unique mediocrity. Convincing me that he was all I needed.
He held my hands, this used to feel sweet. I remember walking with him, being scared to leave. He was the love that would give me health, or so I dreamed, when I was living in his fantasy. He was my solution and he adored this for me.
When he told me, he had no skin. I knew then that he had no more space for me. Only a human could say such a thing, a human made with the lineage of Adam. If he had escaped his skin, why was I still draped in his fear?
This was a crime I could not argue against. A crime that I cannot avenge.
It is a crime of man, that is not his own best friend. A man who could not be mine, as long as he lived his life with foul crimes, made of lies, inherited by those he chose to run and hide.
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