...And Like That, A Year Had Passed

What's love but adrenaline? I'm afflicted with limerence.

 

My paranoid heart breaks every day by my own hand.

I've never known love like I feel for the potential you have.

I've never known you and I won't until these fantasies collapse

in on themselves and I'm all but forced to adapt or fall back.

 

Bid adieu on morning stars,

Amnesia-addled in fits and starts

Oroboro and myriad parts

Can't separate the dirt from scars

The papier-mache pulls apart

My notes all thrum out in the dark

The dead girl's march, a carrion call

I beg them tell me It's not her fault

 

I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.

I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.

I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.

I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.

 

I never minded the rain.

The weight of emotion could ravage this

Will forces beyond turn water to blood

And smite us with plague, as they often do?

Is it a matter of fate or luck?

Is there hope to hold out for?

 

When I was a child, my mother took me on a walk to the end of the block

The sun was high and hot

I dug in the dirt, I drew tears at the plight of a worm

And like that, twenty-two years passed

Now I wonder how to grieve all the ways I used to be.

Now I live with the guilt.

Now she lives with the guilt.

She lives.