“Once I considered you a friend,
But then you said that things were going to be fine when all that ever was were waves of death leaving no air to breathe.
Once I considered you a lover,
But then you promised to come back although you saw the path connecting us on fire.
And I wonder if losing everything and everyone, would have bern easier had I never met you.
But everything inside screams your name still.”
“Not sure what I expected though”, my witch admitted with a tiny giggle in her tired voice. “Falling for someone who usually piles up bodies and comes around when no one else can even think anymore should never have looked this promising.” Well, it does depending on the crisis your survival instinct has to battle, and I think to myself and start to shiver.
Tuesday mornings are monday mornings if you’re to broken to be loved, I guess.
Mistress witch writes 