the disillusion pt.1

[an excerpt from the celene chapters]

he stared at the pictures
as if it were the only things sustaining him,
binding him to life itself,
as the cold wind pressed on his skin.
her face has always been
in the center of his memory,
yet seeing the photographs
still burn his chest into an autumn nights feeling.
he gazed in her eyes
-pixelated, indifferent-
as were her words in the screen
when she opened up herself
as cold tears trickled down his cheeks.
her smile was pleasing,
much to the utter content of every boy,
filling him to the brink of his own dissolution
-his own winter.
disillusioned?
he wishes to be.
the truth has been lain in front of him
-putrid, evident-
love does not exist.