December 9, 2018
One last ditch effort;
one more dagger to the heart.
You will try again
and when you miss your mark, blood will spill
soaking the blankets in the quiet stillness of a week's worth of nights
It always happens in the darkness
when the demons are out to play
and nothing adds up
We've made peace, the Darkness and I -
we share tea at the fire
while Magic and Mystery dance atop the flames,
casting spells on my destiny.
I love how I love you still
how I melt at the slightest hint of promise
With open arms I stand,
heart exposed to the derision of the world for disappointed hopes.
But I'm beginning to guess how this ends;
becoming suspicious of this here plot.
Can she be saved?
Does he make it in the end?
Will love prevail?
Walk through my day, wide-eyed and eager
pits, wet and musky
with a pressured chest
and stalled breath
It all goes down exactly as it should.
And Love always prevails.