between the decades of lost direction, there have been at least two times that my eyes gave way to a weakness. a weakness that i may have wished to have slept through, for better or worst. even when i had to when i had to submit to another, my eyes still held dear the look in the brief moment that i should have chased then and regretted later.
but as with some fates it is better to have acted then to say "better later, than never" not in the story of the heart being love. a child may not know, it only has truth for then and not of any agenda.
from a decade beyond the fight out of childhood, the time was past too many petty sins that didn't matter, but struck a different life afterwards. a night that was breathing fierce alcohol and an anger from losing before this encounter... it was all revenge against the cowardice of youth.
everything was shot down after the guilt of fear in the late lies that wouldn't hold today... too much alcohol and poisons had changed the fate that was in that battle for adulthood.
years to be after in a ram shackled mess a cool black haired beauty questioned my name as truth stared into my heart when i gave her the same when we crossed. we should have run off then but i was still lost in her and confused about what i believed.
after the long breathes i took afterwards it was all over and there came a new darkness that held her that i couldn't fight, it was her drug that she loved more than the fate that was that moment when we lost everything... but nothing came of it other than another dumb drunk fight for remembering another stupid night.
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