Now

I hate Life but
She loves me
We tango in false ecstasy
I try to leave
She keeps my board
Treats me like treasure
I'm Her hoard
I slap her cheek
She kisses mine
Reminds me I have all of time
She flirts with me
I don't flirt back
But I feel the crumble
Hear the crack
I don't think I belong here though 
She insists I am Her beaux
So someday soon I will relent
I'll make her my god, I will repent
And I'll accept that we are fate
What She's known, what is innate
And we'll be made goddess and wife
And I'll be stuck up here in Life


 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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