You left your home, You left your dreams, You left your honesty. When reality felt ethereal. And you asked, "why?" When it was built on hopes. Feeling like a garden gnome. Feeling like decoration, it seems. Feeling like you're not ready to mope. I've read all about this. Defined as a "pattern." In hopes of seeking bliss. To escape feeling flatten, You invited me for a kiss, Wishing for pain to be forgotten. I abide, willingly so. No strings pulled either way. I knew of this passing sunset. You let your feet be swept, As do I let myself be bare, Knowing this leads to nowhere. Oh, I knew, I heartbreakingly knew I knew, the taste of charm. Knew it as nothing sincere. I followed your hand, When you pulled me to dance. For you to say, "it's just us here." While holding a blank stare. But didn't hide that I wept. Knowing there never would be Another sunrise for you and me.