And you do that to me, all over again. Over a ridiculous time span of more than seven years and, in the recent past as well, your actions fuck mine with all of their absoluteness, derailing my morales, all over again.
I stood a chance, or maybe two, to give it all back to you but, the ground beneath your existence held mine with all of its audacity. The dearth of it shall continue to haunt me in your absence.
Nothing has changed. We’re intertwined destinies, maybe, who refuse to break down or break in; your light brown eyes still fuck mine with all of their innocence and, you do that to me, all over again.
© Cereus Florus. 2018.