It's simple
The thoughts aline so well that the plot doesn't need to unfold
Like a curse forewarned
Like a story foretold
Like a blizzard we expect the cold
We know with time we wither old
And I know how you will behave
Tell me how to be brave
When the sequence says your energy and attention is fake
The timing is to be considered before any takes
We are leaves picked up by the winds of love and by my calculations we have reached a new high
Here we fall yet again because we never seem to piece together the why
So long I knew that the curse of knowing you will rip me from the inside
Take you away and leave me aside
More nightmares surround me as I realize
The order is never incorrect
the patterns leaves no regrets
He was supposed to walk through that door and lie bare his heart
Through the door to my heart and stay for us to make art
And from there it is history
No need for an uncessary mystery
For my possessive jealously
I would not withdraw and leave your body for dead
without my heat besides you to keep you fed
Not as planned you run off script
Thoughts of fear cripple and
Turn you to a strangers crypt
There with another is your sanctuary
But now the hidden place lays bare
Cobwebbed and
Empty
You take a step out with a dare
To the same old entry
The same door
With signs of anger in blood painted beware
You step in aware
A guest you are and will always be
Welcomed but at arms length incase you begin to care
And the cycle runs another affair
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