"if" is no longer
in my vocabulary.

effect then cause.

waveforms to particles.

sliding backwards is
a casual stroll towards a future
i've been wearing like a crown
all along.

the small voice saying:
"why did she let me go"
is a broken record
that I cannot change.

i stitch myself back together

with strands plucked from conscience

glistening points drawn out into gossamer

you come to me in comets

bringing the dawn to an astronomer

scried in seams of aether

I'm always out of mana      How can I cast my spells?
We are just fauna smoking marijuana      Will we last in hell?

i followed you to hollow
a bitter pill to swallow
so i call to apollo
to not fall to wallow

To the one that got away,
the one that changed my heart.

No longer do I look to love
the way I look to the stars

But to the sea;
forever beautiful and never the same.

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.