gone... a year later

I feel my constraints.
Someone wants to keep me.
Put me in a box for everyone to see.
as if I could be a pet or a precious artifact.
Everyone can look,
but if they touch its all over.
It would be incredibly lonely to be in that box.
Heaven forbid he try to converse with me.
He can't.
his inability to inspire creativity is a profound wedge between us.
He never really understood that.
I am a child of art.
Any art form inspires me to dream.
his lack of ability causes me to see nothingness.
How can he expect me to dream of him when I dream in a different world?
I dream in a world of light, colour and musical canvases and movement.
he dreams in solitude of his sadness and the darkness he has seen.
He can't quite move past his demons and I am letting mine fall away.
I couldn't allow myself to be his beloved, not anymore.
He has grown to far away from the charismatic beauty I saw.
A man with hazel eyes and a deep soul.
He has lost something, or I have lost something...
Life force? spark? will?
I will stand in the box if he makes me and I will wither.
I will die.
he will lose me, his precious angel.
He still doesn't realize he already has...

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