Have you met my fate?
Let me introduce you
Its father is a fraud, its mother a deity
A crossroad between lovers in theory
It’s only ever held my hand once
August 10th – somehow painfully brief
Still long enough for me to forget
There is no such thing as black light
I wish time were softer
I wish it didn’t give paper cuts
Maybe then I wouldn’t have bled
In those places covered in dust
I wish time were kinder
I wish it wrote to me more often
Don’t ask it who stood by your door
Heavy heart in hand, holding out their core
I had hoped for temporary patience
For longer days of miracle
Really I knew it wouldn’t forgive me
After besmirching the mythical
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