I am not old, I am not new.
I am a coward splashing in cold stew.
I cannot stand the strain and the unease
of you.
It’s almost gone, it’s almost dew.
I ran away from how badly you tried
convincing me that it was you.
I do not buy
We did not close
I’ve got no claim,
I see no future, yet
I mourn the honesty in between the front of what you thought you should be
I even tried
I even wanted to be
lied and bewitched
caught and cherished
I hope I was wrong. I wish you well. I wish you joy.
it broke the spell.