hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun
a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
Brave New World
There was a time I would have chopped,
My precious right arm right off,
To spend every moment around you,
Speaking about everything, for once each word true.
Then slowly, you started to mean,
Something you should have never been,
And the truths became familiar lies,
My desperate attempt to remain good in your eyes.
Each moment became a game of spies,
Your every reaction something to analyze,
What once had been so effortless,
Our platonic pas de deux was now perilous,
And I spent days dreading our meetings,
And nights giving my heart beatings.
I hated the jokes I made,
Hated the way you laughed as I fade,
Morphing, regressing, pretending,
Once strong, I felt myself bending.
Until I was what you wanted,
Slimmer and eyes haunted.
