Anathema

Believed in all the cliched stories
Dreamed a stale version of you
Made you out of my calm and peace
Painted you with colors of my dreams
Dressed you in fancy of my lies
That conformed to all my vice

Yet,
Fate didn’t listen to these wishes
That I put forth in the dark of endless nights

It made you cruel and unkind
An anathema to my very existence
Your dark eyes forebode
The dangers of turbulent seas
and high tides
Your corrupt heart
was intricately twisted with mine

I didn’t want it
Yet I had no choice
My clouded Judgement
Brought me back to you
and your dangerous eyes

In search of peace,
I was corrupted by your violence
In your silence,
I found a risky dalliance
Even though I bled
on the inside
Trying to fix something that wasn’t mine
I continued on
with fathomless determination
A pursuit of failure
ending up in grim heartbreak

So,
Even if your sins
are bigger than your lies
Even if you are broken
and beyond repair
Even if your love hides
Your inner malice
Even if with time
Your heart replaces
Our shared ties
The singularity of my mind
still won’t believe that you are not mine