Wicked

Wicked

My clouded mind gave way to the reign

Of my heart she’d assume, without disdain

I let her invade, and surrendered my brain

But all that she brought me was trauma and pain

The Choice

I’ll take solace in thinking

She would finally see

That I still choose her,

When she never chose me.

Marked

Her intoxicated heart

Set ablaze by her lover

As throat-grabbing marks

Become harder to cover

My Storm

I feel like a moth, and you’re the flame

Drawn helplessly to you, it’s my heart you’d tame

I sat here and thought, if people were rain

I’d be a drizzle, and you’d be hurricane

Nonreciprocity

When you were lost and so in need

I opened up my heart

When I needed you to comfort me

You tore my world apart

Decay

She’s a frost bitten flower

Her kiss turning sour

Like a fruit that’s left to go rotten

He’s a weeper in the willows

Screams into pillows

Slowly drifting among the forgotten