Is it a gift
Is it a curse
Or is it both at once
Either way I guess it's not enough
For me to slur its happenstance

Thought there was an ample time
To let myself be taken away
It used to feel like an eternity
To wipe the dirt off my knees
Whilst you holding up the trophy

When I learn how to forgive
I wish the best ahead your fate
Be careful on the twisted turns
Hopefully goodwill could ease
Once you realize exactly how I felt

To think that I made it out
Pawn games you crafted for me
Welcomed myself to harshest of truth
Don't question how I outgrow
Why I threw up letters bloody cold

Fumes of fury used to fill
I'd let it unnecessarily fuel
And the small bouquet you bought
Intentionally still visibly to my eyes
Priceless lesson to believe in my gut

My mind goes on the last journey
Thinking what if I'd chosen differently
Would everything falls perfectly
Would my tears touch the same floor
Would my hand reaches the same door

© damsel with thoughts