- Julianna Kustra
The chain-smoking rhapsodist and The enticing sociopath
Part: 1
oh my
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,
face.
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
intact
still sailable
still a ship
Part:2
he whispers
like the long awaited
bitter winter wind,
"we'll see"
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.
rigid
and although the time it took
to give me warmth and motion
again
was short,
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
and
people only come around at "convenient " times.
for it doesn't matter
what glue it is,
as long as the glass doesn't
break again
*j.m.k