Her head was on my shoulder

I remembered when you came for my birthday. It was years ago. Ten to be exact. You would not go home and stood long You almost slept in my bed since it was late Oh how it could have been a date Eight years prior I had dreamed that we would be in each others fate Well, with me that night you did not stay Your heart would belong to a different metaphoric beau You placed your head on my shoulder For me it was a betrayal that could not be any bolder I could not make you love me Now your’re back after a run with a person that is no longer here Did he ever exist? Was he a manifestation that you created for yourself to mirror? Your mirror is a fanstasy. As your clock ticks, understand that you are not worthy of my seed With your words and actions, I see your garden only begetting weeds The weeds are your lies I don’t love you You are the past