the restless rampant thoughts of her promises
come crashing down,
the way she lured
showed me the nectar of cure.
the moment i first touched love,
cosmic horror, a fleeting blink.
denial of what was,
gnawing inside of me
crossing the crossroads of whether
i want her or not.
scrolling through skeletons, 3 at night
her turning up; missing me, a fantasy-
heart heavy, like a welcoming pain,
a story unfinished.
deep regret, over the emptiness that will stay,
an unattached attachment strolling underneath.
she felt close... the familiar territory of agony
cleansed from her sins this full moon
staring dressed in all purple
Regrets line up frivolously, under shade
tears brimming against them,
mixing, conjoining a cocktail of
an unapologetic goddess descended,
pure love, heart and soul devotee
a crude disadvantage
Dreams are the reel,
My eyelids, the canvas.