He as man now grown
and out into the real world now
felt like he didn't know
what happened before to him.
His own life and past he didn't own.
These patterns of thoughts into his head were thoroughly weaved
painfully sewn
demanded to be broken.
Venturing to a party
he saw a girl he knew from years before
from the days of yore
who used to always ignore
him.
She was a representation of
some symbolic fulfillment
of a picturesque dream beholden to
him .
To have her
to seize her
oh pity the objectification
would firmly end his initiation.
This sensation
that made its course
flowing through his bloodstream
making him throb
led him to giving the nod
to an array
of not okay
practices.
He hired the assassin hoping
that her husband would die in the most efficient way possible
the origins of his death left non-cognizable
and not painful.
Wishfully, he believed everything could go,
as planned.
Foolishly, his thinking was
because
after all,
he just experienced decades of discovering
that plans don't really work out at all.
This plan was the result of fixing
another plan fallen out of place.
Nevertheless, going with a steady pace
this man forged on.
And remarkable, most unbelievable.
His plan worked this time.
Her husband shortly died
ruled a suicide
He, now a kind fellow at his love's dear church
had all the resources necessary to provide
the nicest of condolences and support
very shortly after, he had her for his own
For a time, to him, happiness was loaned.
