Was it the stars that doomed me?
Or your seraphic face,
doe eyed with
soft rosy lips,
and a devilish grin-
Enough to make a man
forget about sin...

It was you who doomed me.
Falling can feel like flight
if your eyes are closed,
Were mine?

Our love felt
like a flame in the wind-
fierce yet fleeting,
doomed for destruction.

But my rose coloured glasses
soon broke,
and made me realise:
I was star crossed,
with a devil in disguise.

"We were never lovers.
We were two addicts sharing the same poison."

But only one of us overdosed.

The sun shines brightest and most fair, when storm clouds fade from darkest hue.I drown beneath life’s heavy weight, where whispers pierce like daggers true.

Shadows haunt the road I walk, scorched by tears of bitter fate. Sinking deeper ’neath the weight, reaching for a hand—ere it be too late.

Around the twisting path there stood, a figure brooding, dark yet still. An outstretched hand he offered me —as if to bend the fated will.

Alas, I shunned the offered hand —for faith in man was long since spilled. My broken trust, like glass beneath, compelled my soul to flee, not yield.

Oh, but gentle and kind was he, for patiently he stood, Imploring me to take the offered hand —with all the grace he could.

I reached a trembling hand to his, my gaze a silent, pleading cry,
Searching deep within his eyes —
to will him lead, or let me die.

He gently folded hand 'round mine,
and raised me from where I had been,
To walk beside me, step for step,
through shadows of this valley dim.

Though he showed no trace of fear,
with every step we took,
We found a solace deep and still,
no words could ever brook.

so stupid so dumb
how I've been waiting for you for so long
with my plans abandoned
and my heart set
just for the slightest glance-

and you give me a glance
and take my breath away in return
and I, hungry for love
devote my delusive heart
to what could have been us
carelessly and soberly dwell on the land
the land where we aren't apart

no trace of your name
where you live or your age
just the footprint
on the road that we met
a stranger
a complete stranger but yet so dear and close
a stranger that easily could break my heart in two
but when I'll mend my sorrow heart
I know I'd still beat for you
so I'll wait
wait my entire day
for that singular moment of you
though no sound is heard
no trace of your caressing touch
and as the second pass
and we cross the road we met
don't trouble your SPIKY head
cause tomorrow my love I'll take that same road again.

Girl, you so jive.
You can talk butter off bread
all sweet, whether the sun is shining or not.

I seen your type before,
wearing a dress, your purse matching
whatever printed accent
swaying in the wind.

I bet when it rains,
it doesn’t touch you
too busy moving,
too many things going on.

I bet you smile
even when no one is around.
Who needs company
when you got it going on like that?

Gone head, snap your fingers,
do your step
with your jive self.

You walk in like you own the place,
scratching off pieces of your heart
whether it’s the right place
or the wrong time.

One thing they can’t say
about you
is that you hold up the line.

Everybody gets a piece.

You ain’t fooling nobody
with your jive self.

Some things
are more important than money.

With your sweet,
jive self.

I live between
killing my lover
and loving my killer

He said my name like an oath.

I said his like a war cry.

We met in the ruins of reason,

and built something holier from chaos.


He wore the moon in his eyes;

silver light and tides that pulled me under.

I gave him the sun,

burned my hands just to keep him warm.


We weren't star-crossed,

we were conjured.

Some cruel myth breathed us alive,

then turned its back and laughed.


We stole time from the fates.

Danced in Hades’ garden,

bathed in river Styx,

stuck out our tongues

as the gods crossed their arms.

He held my soul in his teeth

like a prayer too sacred to swallow.


And when the sky cracked,

we didn’t flinch.

We were the storm and the silence,

the prophecy and the curse.


Let the poets argue if it was love.

Let the priests deny it with trembling hands.

Let the world remember -

we are unforgiven

for making the heavens jealous.

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