R.

Just when I thought I had grasped the sence to pleasure
I also got to meet the simple truth behind honesty.

Tell me, what is the use to pretend
that our importance to each other is real
you were a whole bag full of make believe moment of joy
you were a whole bag full of well made lies
with so much hope and caring thoughts of love.

You were not real, and i cared so much.

You were a little brother,
an older one as well.

And while i looked up to you to rest my chin on your shoulder you were also the one
who pushed me the fuck away.

And did not care.
Caus you were never able to in the first place.

Now I don't want you to know anything.

I am happy for the joy you find in the presence of others
and the balance you find in their comforting words

You got that grasp of the essence of me
But you forgot the reality of me,
you only held on to the interpretations you made.
That was enough for your own illusion, wasn't it.