Blood overflows from the vessel that is placed in front of her.
She sits alone at her table; a mahogany table designed to seat 20 in a castle built for a dynasty.
You came to me tonight to show me what you had found.
And I think so often I have looked for it.
I remember when you took it off.
I close my eyes and try to remember our lives before all this pain.
When life was much simpler, and you—not so vain.
How does it feel to be the ruler of one?
Someone else has been touching you.
I can trace her fingertips down your back.
I can smell her in your clothes.
In your hair.
I guess I'm just tired of fighting for something that used to come so naturally.
I'm tired of dancing alone in the rain.
I'm tired of all the old cliches.
You can't live your life chasing someone that doesn't want to be found, you will always be lonely.
You can't live life constantly trying to get someone's attention when they aren't even looking in your direction.