My Quarter

And by the throne of God I dutifully declare: mercy made me weak. Twin flame energy. Only the toxic kind. You are beyond redemption. I could feel your thoughts before you crossed the line. Tormenting me, after all the light. Brought game to my door, needles went flying. Ill-mannered. Abandoned.

I opened my mind. Stayed true to your treason, my higher self inclined. An angel waiting in crimson rage, thought you freedom but you were my cage. What a ruse! What a fright! You’d think my sixth sense would protect me right? You behaved abominably, surrendered to call connect. In the midst of it, you never once stood correct.

The silver tangle tied us both, and you cut it at the cord. Our love was written in legend, blood, feathers and holy cause. I saved you from yourself, I read your tea leaves a thousand times, I saw your future in my dreams, never left or kept you blind.

Each day a silvered blessing, never an unwelcome surprise. I stood in nervous anxiety, I wish I’d command myself otherwise. I have my work cut out for me, behold a visionary crying, I mistook your starry chaos, for an other worldly-divine.