Traded in.

There's a snapshot in my mind,
Moving stills of that night,
In the chaos I ignore it but
When all is still, it flickers,
Just jigsaw pieces in my hands
Like polaroids of lustful lies,
They hum as they flash, flash,
Flash such clarity, how can I see
Something so clearly, that my
Eyes never witnessed? Well,
My heart plays it on loop,
You can't see, my spirit hovering
Outside the realms of time
I see your pouted lips, pressed
Upon something you've wanted;
Always wanted chestnut locks
Haven't you, my handsome?
Superficial it may be, you cannot say
It isn't me. I don't believe you.