You lifted me limitlessly. Elated, elevated. The misfit missed kid missing a fit no more, you were Miss It. Tattoos, outfits, matches and lightsticks - matching, who woulda guessed it ?I found a place aloft, a loft to call my own. Or should I say we and our. Your moans echoed between my temple doors for hours and hours. I pondered to myself, forever yours. The lies left me livid. Leave me for dead. Now I’m a fool and you’re aloof, living proof of stolen youth. Down the leaking roof I go to hang, spiraling all over again.