I should tell you...
my intentions are bitter.
I hold trust in my palm
that should never be trusted.
I'm broken and breaking
your heart, also.
So soon please, just leave me.
Leave me to myself.
Leave me to my hereafter
that I'm so fearfully unsure of.
Love is something I knew
once upon a time.
Do I still?
I am the phantom
The monster
The asassin
The destroyer
Did I have a choice?
The sky was gray today
when I woke up.
I think it triggered all this
but
I think something else
played a part.
I think maybe
finally
I know what it is
to remember
and regret.
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