You were sweet for a minute then gone in a flash sparked joy for a second then belonged in the trash I guess when you suck you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game but having trouble keeping up
Making claims like a god but couldn't buy lunch "self-published" writer yet couldn't make a buck looking pretty at the gym but never owned a folding knife he couldn't even open one to save his own life
Treated me like a bomb you wanted to see explode... well, if you wanted crazy you could've just said so
I'm sweet till you make me cry docile till you start telling lies and I'm only good to those who don't try to find the smallest of flaws to use and expose
Fuck, it's so good to be alone no one there to watch me like some criminal in their home like every step was a mistake every breath just a fight away walking barefoot over glass cuz they said I can't wear shoes if I want to earn their...
I learned to Scry in the eyes of a witch whose colors could shift with the rising tide and in those depths I saw fractals of Time the gods tried to weave into something...
Tangible or... manageable? Laughable was what it became for the days were named and the nights, they came and the stars were engraved with unintelligible script and no translation to relieve the vacant eyes which sat upon their dying frames