I'll die on my own terms,
apparently.
This bittersweet petrichor
Remind all
That even fallen angels
Mourn my loss.
Gone half-mad, half-sane,
My empty eyes brim with pools of
Terror,
Curious,
And asking...
(What have I done?)
(I) let him steal away
The flutter of butterfly wings
In this crimson autumn morning.
(I) let him lead my
Perfectly able heart
Into acquiescence,
(Of him. Of us.
Of whatever this is.)
(I) let him lull me into
A deep slumber,
Saving me from
Sharp pavor nocturnes.
(I) let myself
Feel comfortable,
Not noticing,
That somewhere in this
Labyrinth he guided me in...
He stands lurking behind shadows,
Hands wrapped around a rapier,
A Cheshire grin on his face,
Going for the kill.
I had died on my own terms, apparently.
Even Persephone
would've ignored
The will o' the wisp
If it wasn't her fate to be with Hades.
I was so blinded
By the thought of "us"
That I didn't know
I was alone in
My make-believe fantasies.
Gone were the dreams
Of a rocking cradle
Ringing with peals of laughter
By an angel-child.
Gone were the hopes.
Of him. Of us.
Of whatever this is.
I now weep for the beauty loss
Of his sweet puffery
That once tied me to a maypole
While he danced his way
Into the core of my being.
I will not cry for your memory again.
This lacklustre love
Remind all
That even eternal faeries
May grow decrepit.
All must die in their own terms,
Apparently.
The love.
The lust.
And even the loss.
But as time flies
And seasons change,
Frowns turn into smiles
And the rest is left to fate.
And on the third day,
As it was written,
I rose.
Reborn,
I touch each ray of light I see,
Careful not to be too close,
Else it may singe my lashes
(Yet again.)
And after long,
I turned around,
And there I saw you.
And in that moment, I knew
That the aqua eyes that deeply
Held mine
Might just mean forever.
Arms linked with each other,
We take mirrored steps,
Raised our heads and watched the sky.
And, all ye angels, when dusk fell,
Believe me, so did I.
