What if

You're losing me

Draw stars around your crescent moons, low-hanging chandeliers on our roofs,
How refreshing is the aftermath of death, our brick red walls draped with white,
The spilt wine still lingers on the carpet, will it erase before you erase me?
Or will I be a long-forgotten fantasy, hidden in the photographs, hidden beneath your grimace
I can see your longing gaze to escape, dressed in black to mourn someone I don't know,
To mourn an emotion I don't feel, imagine how it felt to be me,
To be with someone who wanted me to leave. 
Now you sigh, sigh with relief, how does it feel to be free?
I've been trapped in the prison of your mind since the moment I walked this earth,
Now the ground is barren and the nights are cold.
Burn the wood, burn me too, feel the warmth engulf you,
Cause when I held you, your emptiness echoed deep within my own.
Two souls calling out to each other, but I misread the signals, I do it every time,
Now you splash your burgundy wine, in anger, wanting to leave,
While I wipe the stains off the carpet I weaved,
Tell me how it feels to breathe air different from mine, 
How it feels to walk through mirrors without my lingering reflection,
Do you feel the heaviness leave you when she embraces you in her arms,
Lay your head near her heart, mine just never worked right,
Hold her wrist, feel her pulse, you're losing me.