It was an accident.
Intricity of what is meant
lacking in current circumstance
hallowing tension
invisible connection
nonexistant. Just Infatuation and need for attention.


Like anticipating the setting sun
we've seen the end before it's begun.
?
Not a tornado or hurricane
or any disaster you can name
can hold a candle to this dying flame
or match the esquisite
amount of pain
that haunts my evening hours.


I;m stuck on the outside looking in
shuddering at the accidental sin
unstable unsure and out of place
I question everything ever done with him.



( I just don't know what I believe about some things anymore)