After you.

No, you first.

 Letting the boundaries fall.  

Letting it out and improvising from here on.  

Letting the edges bleed. Sadly waiting.  

Coloring our haze, letting life grow in the shades.  

Letting myself be flattered by your graceful lies.  

And digging my own grave at your disposal.    

And so far from here, you are forgetting all about me.  

While I am falling deeper into our fumes.