I had been warned that he would make me forget about God.

History is nothing but a dream agreed-upon.

When does one go from being lost to becoming a lost cause?

Your love was served with your special brand of Alfredo sauce. 

I love you so much that I’ve let you kill me as easily as if I was a little girl.

I made the mistake of loving you unconditionally within a conditional world.

In this existential dread, I sing my woes to the stringed lute.

And you are Forbidden Fruit.

Although we disagree,

No one deserves this.

Perhaps I can learn to love like you,

Siphoning energy from others

While leaving my own heart unscathed.

You are a leper sitting across from me at the last supper.

Arcane retribution sought out for without hope,

Entwined in this guilt that was never even mine to bare

While enduring brief intervals of horrible sanity.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown;

I’m filled with helium,

Weightlessness trespassing through the resistance of the hourglass,

Perpetual ambivalence is my only escape

Because despite everything,

I refuse to be the Reaper’s bride before I have gotten to know him better.

Push me past the breaking point,

Take me home,

My love…