What is to become of us, your hands shaking unable to conjure your infamous words that ensneered me
Unable to untangle yourself from the web that pathetic bastard wove.
I sought to free you but I am unsure of how to
For even then in the quickened motions and phantom like precision of your thoughts, you couldn't deny what you felt for that bastard and that secret ate away at you.
They saved you from yourself, they were your guardian angel
Something I shall never be.
They destroyed you, then they "saved" you, then you destroyed them, then set them free
Only to find yourself caged for your deed of compassion and pain
You killed them because you knew deep down somewhere you loved them.
And now you wish to perish alongside them and your secrets.
YOU ARE READING
Mephisto's Anthology
Poetrya collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
