are always on my mind.

riding the over-vert.

and memorised
every last line of your profile.
Every shade of your complexion,
every tone of your skin.

A trance like state.
Entwinning our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other.
What was in your head
When you said
“until death”?

Why can’t you be…like a candle I can snuff?
You’re still a diamond in the rough.
And I swear to god…I had enough.
How can I…call your bluff?