Raven, let me stay.
Raven, you know
how hard it is for me
to let go of things.
The dog I've loved my entire life is gone
And I don't cry because I refuse to believe it is dead.
The books I've read, all of them, are tattered and worn but are kept in a case of gold, epilogues unread.
I cannot let them go Raven.
Just like I cannot let you go.
I cannot let you go because of your
elegant wickedness,
your artful deception
and your youthful debauchery
But mostly,
I cannot let you go because of
the effort recquired
to earn your praise
and even more so
because of the amount of
time I already wasted on you.
I find it hard to let go
because I've already started
on this rocky path
filled with rotting bones–
as if it weren't a sign enough to turn back.
Yeah.
I know–deep down in my heart–
that I will never let you go.
Because I'm in search of perfection.
You taught me that.
Raven, you and I both know
that this war can only end two ways.
Either you lose your talons
Or
I turn into one of those
beautiful decaying bones
that you left
in your wake.
I think we both know
what's more likely.
—《♡》—
Oooo, two days in a row. I don't even remember writing this one lol.
Btw
We (as in, the 3 readers I have. Sometimes, I regret blocking my friends) made it to a 100 reads without giving up!
Also, the order of this book is all fucked up, so bear with me until I'm done and can rearrange the chapters. Would that go against the no editing policy tho?
YOU ARE READING
My Beloved Raven,
PoetryRavens smell weakness; they wait for you to die, so that they can feed on you. This one's for my raven, who I sometimes love and sometimes hate. You make me feel so many things. You make me human.
