Feelings die,
mine for you is probably dead,
but it fossils still remains buried
d
    e
       e
          P  in the ruins of my heart.

I may be alone but I'm not lonely.
I'm listening to my own noise
while walking ahead.
I'm not lost.

A loose handed emblem,
of folded thoughts,
Loss is weaponized in enchanted red,
Wrongs corrected stemming from the
blissful bare signed gawky individuals.
Homage backtracked and renounced
Barely earnest calls for a curious fathom-ability
Heaven bound birdlike shadows,
Bright light gagged and janky,
Found little finger blood tacked to the earth.

One can never be friends with the devil.
Just as he smiles easily, he can toss
you in the oven.