I could fool myself into thinking
everything was fate
& it was always
a sham & the worst part
was merely the time it took
to know but still
I don’t know Why it was me.
It’s easier when I look at you like a
masquerade mask
despite how your
father’s white-raven feathers
cloud those sea green eyes
so clearly my own.
It wouldn’t hurt so much if you caved
but I know you won’t/
[the battle worn-out coward
first of your name]
I can feel their judgment
the acid, the lies
and the bullshit
miles away
Apparently, the definition of
familial love
is fucked up &
I must’ve misread it or
misunderstood it
for [enter your version here]
Here I was thinking:
love was unconditional
-LM
Authors Note: I’ll say the words before you have a chance to. I regret you.