was it a con?
was it a dream?
my image of you now less lucid.

Is this burnt out heart here in my chest
the only mark our four years left
four years
a life together
emotions woven like twine
and the realization that I never really knew you at all.

heartstrings and broken dreams are all that's left for me
here with a few faded photographs
and some make-up on my pillow

as my sanity runs bleeding
into a questionable future
will I follow?