I fold

You win

The damage that has been done cannot be erased

I wait for you to confess your sins

6:18am and still you have yet to show remorse

It’s been 8 months

Blaming you has not made my life easier

But it has made me wonder how long you will be on my mind

Naked, I cower at the thought of stepping out into the day

I don’t know how much longer I can go on

pretending that I am ready to forgive

That I am healed

Barefoot, I step in the fragments of a broken yesterday

Scattered memories tear the fabric of reality

I am, but I am not

I was yours, but now I am… what?

This hand, holding this coffee mug

Stay in present moment, she said

Plant yourself in today, for tomorrow is never coming back

The future is yours, they promised me

The fog dissipates

The wet earth reminds me that I have lies to tell

I have a façade to maintain

In a few hours, I will see them again

I cannot let them know my morning routine

I cannot expose this disease to the ones I love

What would they think of me if they knew I spent my mornings in your arms?

Walking by your side, listening to you play your songs

What would happen if I were the one to confess my sins?

I can summon a suitor from the four corners of the world

I can tempt a man who has never desired a queer kiss to crave mine

I can bring the devil to his knees with a smile

But I cannot rid myself of you

I cannot cleave the echo

6:22am

Haunted

They can never know you are still here with me

Next Chapter: Wrath