It was goety,
pure and simple,
the way you
captured my imagination
and held on tight,
spinning throughout
a confused heart where
entropy reigns supreme—
I should have known
you would destroy me,
for your aura
was always murky,
yet I made a home
within the cool chambers
of your sporadic affection,
and waited for
the final reveal.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
