you watch as the tall, mighty flame that i once was drowns in your cruel, unforgiving flood. and you enjoy watching all my glory turn to nothing but blackened scars.
i do believe it would have been easier to have you ripped from me. because you’re still here, but i’m watching you undo the threads at a snails pace.
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”
i will continue screaming at the sky until it can match the rage coursing through my veins.
though i am a young, privileged white woman, with nothing to complain of, sobs rack my body for years on end. my picket fence and shaggy dog can’t save me from this ugly world.
for once, my mind is quiet.
just a reminder: the mistress, the husband, and the wife all believed they had found their true love.
my brothers are the only people on the planet i would dare to call mine.
my hands dig into your thorns because i swear they look just like your flushed cheeks.