I sat there.
Hands fidgeting with the jewels on my wrist.
Defensively speaking, determined to decipher my decision.
Resolving any riddles to reveal what you see as ridiculous.
You see I’ve sat here before,
In front of a lover,
Bargaining over ultimatums,
And the significance of trust.
Sobbing over a soul whose sadness never let him stay.
Moving through mountains of madness made from his mistakes.
It wasn't his fault,
He seemed to forget how to love,
And it was never mine,
Because loving was something I’d never done.
Timing as terrible as terrible's been told.
Find me when fighting is feasible for our foreboding souls.
You ask me why I stayed,
And I realize you don't understand,
I fell into an obsession,
A captivatingly beautiful rhythm.
Passed through every portent that proved his poverty piece by piece.
Lust and Love lashing between liquid lines leaving me lost in the end.
You tell me what I already know,
You paint out the turbulence I’ve already seen,
RIpping open the old scars,
That took much too long to heal.
He was a heaven and hell hybrid, healing and harming hazardously.
Can you not contemplate how captivating that can be?
I stood up.
Hands hovering over the still tender skin.