#louc

Suffering from delusions of grandeur Believing yourself to be a saint when you are nothing more than a traitor.

I'm having a difficult time conceptualizing the imbalance of my selflessness With the intricacies of a failed relationship, ended because of a partner's selfishness Like a hostage, I kept quiet trying to rationalize all the reasons for deceit compartmentalizing my feelings and inadequacies trying to be what you need Sacrifices I made prices I paid Love died that day as I scrambled for closure I engineered a blueprint to burn down this tragically but beautifully built bridge Because the turbulent, choppy waters aren't worth crossing over.

Sometimes, we grow together Other times, we grow apart Hope is deemed as a ray of light But irony reveals it was acquired via a shot in the dark Sometimes, we rehash old currents of electricity searching for a spark Reality says, to leave it lost There is a reason it stayed in the dark.

so long ago

Lies are like webs and liars are the spiders that weave them Manipulative little traps designed to deceive unsuspecting butterflies who perceive them But every once in a blue moon or dew covered morning The chickens come home to roost After copious amounts of praying karma comes in mantis form and the spider Is slain.

Until it’s time to return home at the first sight of light.