You were like the rays of sunlight that commit b and e on my house.
Unlike those pesky photons I didn't know what you wanted.
Perhaps you were like them. Perhaps you yourself had travelled almost 93 million miles and just need to rest yourself in the back of my mind.
An amber spark that reminds me to do the right thing.
Bending my will be ****** to the mystery that is her.
She's an unexpected contingency to a life void of contingencies.
I'm no longer who I was and I will never be again who I am now.
You had no right. Your actions were warrantless and your condemnation of my perpetual misery was reckless and without forethought.
Resigned, undefined, and out of line.
She. Her. Pacing. Back and forth back and forth.
Wearing a path in the floor of my thoughts.
Is there no drug, no place, no piece of a field for some peace of mind?