I thought we had it figured out

thought we agreed on forward

upwards, together

a future in both our eyes

a future in both our hearts

a house-made-home

but it’s ten to midnight

and we’ve talked

and I’ve cried

and we’re all out of talk

and you’re all out of cries

So I move now

alone in another bed

echoes in the darkness

I thought we had it figured out

but it’s a cruel magician’s illusion

a click, some smoke

love disappeared

with just a few words from your mouth

I wonder if that mouth lied

for years

about it’s whispers on my skin