I can feel the tendrils of disparity
Clawing at the under belly of rage
Spattering the fogged window of clarity
Shattering the frosted exterior of your self
I can smell the fumes of regret
Engulfing the lungs of impurity.
Poisoning the mind to forget,
The repeat of last time.
I can taste your lips on my breath.
The pseudo essence of care
The decrepit and boredom crest
I will close my eyes to the taint.
I know that this was all it was.
A plague of misconception.
I wish it was more than what it was.
I wouldn’t move heaven, I wouldn’t move earth.
But I’d be there for you.
Even if you don’t want me to.