The imperial status of our endearment sectioned - or our affection sanctioned?
into a reflection of our hearts arched and broken
of course, I love you
of course, I meant it
I predict we meant what we said only once we lost it
lost an interdependence so deep - lost sight of the other?
it used to be you and me
a constant reminder of why I surrendered
my pride - my purpose – all the finest things in life
in the present – my objective – is to get the fuck out
out of companionship
YOU ARE READING
Confusion is love
Non-FictionI don't know how she expects me to understand her blurry heart
