just like it was a hundred times before
in a hundred past lives.
i dream my broken dreams in a bed of doubts,
while the rest of you picture yourselves immortal.
the dark rainbows outside my window only come after rain of thoughts.
i gather my words carefully,
i have a special place for the ones that cut you open every time.
they say there's a first for everything,
but i don't know who "they" are.
i mirror the expression on your face as i turn to dust.
it hurts, but i promise
it's the last time
