vincere Christos pherein
I used to call you every day
the one always reaching out
I wished for you to be my confidante
even when it felt like you couldn’t reciprocate

I used to call you every day
the one always reaching out
I wished for you to be my confidante
even when it felt like you couldn’t reciprocate

I followed the trail of chocolate and cherry notes,
without knowing where it would take me.
What lay ahead at the end of this path?

Slow… a word that defined me,
that continues to haunt my being.
Slow… a word ingrained in every shard
of my psyche and my body.

Fiery seas await his corrupted soul…
for twisted actions against weeping maidens;
for atrocities in broad daylight.

The laugh you made was so unforgettable;
It reminded me of the inaccessible skinny privilege.

She, that’s right,
my bucket hat is a “she,”
her unwavering loyalty lets me
use her shield for my crown chakra.

She sings lullabies of wrath,
Cannot escape her whispers,
Revenge, tainting all, do it now,
Raging hellfires everywhere.

My wounded soul
is stuck in
this pattern of
fancying people like
him, never ready
to love back.