October


You are not my judge

You are not my executioner

You are not my love

You can resent me

You can reject me

You can laugh in the face of

my romantic perspective

Yet you do not get to choose who 

is to be punished

In a universe of lost souls

where I am no more lost than you

To look down upon me

is to suddenly see through

You do not get to choose who

is killed under the weight of

your mighty expectations

when I only sought

a silly promise of love

Justless, yet you judge

Lifeless, yet you kill

Loveless, yet you say

It was me who made it this way

You are wrong

And dead to me



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