Chocolate covered catacombs
I prayed for me, for her…for US
Cold sweats and hot tempers
Shifty silhouettes play with my mind, wedging me into nothingness
Un etranger in a strange land she found herself sleeping with the enemy
Always doing what she felt was right somehow landed her with the wrong person
She asked me if I thought he was the one…
“I don’t like him; I don’t know why, it’s just something about him that doesn’t rub me the right way.”
The question was simply a pleasantry because they had marriage for lunch the next day
Decades later all the king’s horses and men decimated
A mirage of her former self she goes in and out of focus
Seems not all stories have a happy ending but sometimes the goal is just to end it