A random poem sitting in my collection from like 3 years ago! lol, thought I’d share.
Didn’t know which to prefer,
the happiness that is your love..
Savagely searched, selfishly kept,
or the truth that is your distrust
I am a lying bastard, and you..you are love.
We both search for ecstasy
soaring in open skies, just us two alone, or so we thought.
We then bump into the wings of a number three,
number 3 being another she;
She knocked us down to the ground, back to earth;
I think you fell the hardest, because you cried out in
Said your insides hurt the most, something was broken
Pointing to your chest..
I told you that mending that pain would require me to
perform magic tricks and stunts,
to be gone. Poof! Me dissipating is your antidote.