I don't get to go backwards,
and I'm not entirely upset with that.
I'm okay with it. But it's weird how
someone can so thoroughly...
wreck you that it becomes hard to move
on.
In some alternative reality, you still
wouldn't be mine, and I wouldn't
be yours. But I try to find all the other
possible outcomes that exist outside
of the one reality that did happen.
And my favourite thus far is the thought
of my plot for petty and harmless revenge.
Of course I'm not telling you; it would
ruin the surprise. **kiss kiss**
YOU ARE READING
THE ARSONIST
Poesia"You set my world on fire, but at what cost?" In THE ARSONIST, this prose-poetry chapbook explores third degree burns, stone faced lovers, and learning to love the blackened trees. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
