if i thought

leaving would make it better
over the thousands of
veiled arguements and subtle
extra sweet insults

you might be tempted to
open my heart and take me
under the guise of my

dreams, but in that
raidiant moment, i
am lifted from my reverie
moments before i fall, weeping
openly in your arms for what can
never be...


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Mayan, in the year 299 AF.