littlemisscloud writes

The Desolates

they say 

all the good die young 

and that heartbreak will never possibly 

looked the same on each of us

 it took awhile

 for me to ask this body

 to stomach in 

even the harshest truth of it all 

that someday, 

we'd fearfully 

become our own demonic self 

and that's where one's heart starts to 

poorly linger away 

loosely on bitter, rusty edges 

as when we chose

 to live apart

 by our own brokenness 

over on the other side of the moon 

-a.