ACT ONE.

the director's gaze is inescapable,
not even together can we defy it.
now go- i'll tuck away in my pocket one
last fleeting kiss, the most precious of all.

she likes having me around, though
she doesn't need me at all
she's not mine, and i'm not hers
but when it's just us, nothing else exists
bleeding out, fluorescent tears
easing the pain however we can
what we share isn't for show
no empty emotions, everything runs deep
she's still chasing her wildest dreams
letting them out with no strategy, no restraint