Obscurity

I love them. At least I tell myself that. I don't want to let go. They are my joy, my light in the darkness. I cannot forget them.There is so much potential to be had. So many fiery moments seen through fantastic confusion. And they make me good and show me pleasure. But. I am not needed. I am their amusing puppet, broken now though, boring and useless. Tossed aside. Into obscurity. Salvaged by the truth I had heartlessly left behind.