thinking, thinking, thinking.
of possibilites.
had i not let myself
f a l l,
will i get ruined like this?
then i thought
the luscious desire to get near
will cut down my knees
anyway.
a lavish consumption
to kill me slowly;
stupid human is all i am,
and what do i choose?
the faster destruction or
the slower one?
foolish human i am,
i choose the first;
you see, i have a knack
of taking risks,
and you see, my fate
is written all the same -
tragic.
i hoped you'll take it.
but i should've realized.
had i seen it earlier,
i can prepare.
i don't always get what i've foreseen -
i'm not the one who pulls the strings.
you are your own -
you'll never be mine.
YOU ARE READING
unfathomable
Poetrysome things are just hard to fathom. ©stuckinareverie [lowercase is intended]
