The chain-smoking rhapsodist and The enticing sociopath
what the hell have you made me do?
i've never been quite this wayward,
not until you had shown your lupine,
as in adjective,
your aura, a confusing mix of colors.
i have told you,
there is a wildfire behind those eyes.
one that has an endless amount of fuel.
yet the more we interact,
i see a stressful sea.
one of wave full of anguish
and unforgiving storms.
so many men overboard.
you, though, the ship itself is
still a ship
like the long awaited
bitter winter wind,
the internal battle i have within myself
is greater than any building
known to man.
with walls stronger than steel
and thicker than stone,
i say "hello" again.
for i instead was still and unmoving.
and although the time it took
to give me warmth and motion
i still had to pick up my glass body.
shard by shard.
and in that time i learned two things:
trust is only for those who
believe in it
people only come around at "convenient " times.
for it doesn't matter
what glue it is,
as long as the glass doesn't