It is always
only about you.
Even those open eyes
were just to draw me close.
Oblivious
to what you really are.
One fantasy
begets another dose.
There is no hope,
our course was set
long before we ever met.
Have imagined our arrangement
in the stars.
I bet you never thought
you’d meet one like me.
Small enough to disregard
when it suits you,
but large enough
to bring you to your knees.
In your darkest heart
you’ve begged
for me to appear
and take away your tears.
Now that I am here,
your vision is elsewhere.
And that’s probably
for the best,
to be true;
as I punch through
your powder blue
and end you.
HG – 2020
As well I remember …