If loving you more than a friendship is treason,
I will break the code of Tenet,
we both signed
with the promise of never breaking it.
But your eyes glint, guiding my missing piece.
Your soul is too clear to purify my evil
And your hands, yet drenched, lift me up.
I'm sorry, but I did.
You told me those margins should never be crossed.
Otherwise, bringing chaos could weaken ties
Soon to be the midst of war.
If loving you more than a friendship is treason,
Then this will be my darkest secret
Never to be heard again.
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
