poesie

past

you took my hand, on a thousand lifetimes, and said we'd make it.

we never did.

you swore, on all of them, we'd carve our path through fire and stone.

we never did.

you fought and you fought and you fought.

i fought, too.
on some of those lifetimes.

in the end, it is the same, isn't it?
we are bound to repeat this dance.

you'll swear.
i'll fall.
we'll break.