queued thoughts

VI

maybe it wasn't meant to be

maybe this is how it was to end

clearly

you had your demons to fix

i had my stitches to patch

we weren't ready

maybe it was all too fast

a blur in the breeze

maybe it was a mistake

A cross out on a draft

i ended in tears

you ended with fears

but

false hope

is better than none at all

we left with memories

imprinted in our negative souls

waiting for the right time

the wrong time

the unknown time

to meet our right souls

and step out of the dark

salt in our steps

thawing our way home

to heal my wounds

to sell your fools

and become whole again.

-b