i don't reign in your heart because i am not the queen of that palace. where your throne is too high and far from my stature to dream, that maybe i could be your kind of endorphin, oxytocin, dopamine— oh geez! do i need to include serotonin?
this makes no sense 'cause i'm just a kind blue saturate.
but i can be the culprit of one's love, too. however, cloudy as it could be, yours is not meant for me.
you don't serve any rules, but you're in my regulations causing me distortion of reality and candied casualties.
what a bad habit, right? would you trade again some peace and order?
YOU ARE READING
ain't first, ain't last
Poetryto be one's saturn. [old poetry collection for someone we could never have]
