Awake but trying to sleep.
I was the shadow by your window, I was the glitter in his teeth. The things you noticed from the start, pure of heart.
The wraith. I am the enmity who sang to you on your break ups, who held your hand when you were weak. Though I swore we’d never part, pure of heart.
What if it all amounts to nothing and we’re portraits hung in empty halls?
I swoon constantly at everything in front of me, but I don’t belong here anymore.
It’s late but you need to know I’ve always loved you.
From the time you both made eyes, to the first time he stayed the night. I pulled myself apart, pure of heart.