suicidal


my pen hits the paper
my thoughts run wild
inconceivable,
oblivion, they go


the words within me
find forms at his feet
insanity, i meet
at the touch of his fingertips


he mapped out my destiny
before time began
in constant constellation
i darkened my sins


what he doesn’t know
he should never know
irrevocable
“his”

i’ve been branded so


deep in soul reckoning
lies the taste of his lips
remembering my passion
at the time of his kiss