In a world I thought you knew;
I held insecure secrets
that melted in the palm of my hand.
The crushed pill in the wineglass
didn’t sit well with my trust in the person
I knew to be you.
And now,
the brain I must have tossed away
into a bin of regret,
won’t soon forgive me for spiraling
into a life with you.
Being in love with you
will be the death of me.
But you’ve become the best
of me.
(© 2022 AC)
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