As a young man in love,
I was selfish.
I walked with you,
I shared food,
I slept with you,
It was my insatiable thirst;
Desire, and
I needed to gulp it,
At any cost,
For survival.
Perhaps you felt likewise.
I didn't know.

Now, being older,
That
Which I do
Out of love,
I do for you.

VULTURE, circling
on the blood sky,  shot
Dropping dead

The feeling
The sudden realization that this would be all for nothing
The reality of this stung her
She stood there
In the dust and the dirt and the dim light
Her breathing calmed
A stray yellow tear trickled down her face
Still seeing the world through a brøken lense
Still a kid with no idea of how to let go of this
Even Satan used to be an angel
My angel

i walk with my head down
staring at the ground
i don't keep my head held high
and if i do
i stare at the walls
or something in the distance
i don't make eye contact with people
i don't look at anyone
but one day i'll learn to keep my head held high