how did I not know
and how could I not tell.
Not near the end, far away from the beginning
crimson tears and a pale frame, what beauty is enraged.
Captured in a mistake, bound in a box.
A moment of despair and darkness of thought
Tears and tears and tears
No time at all
People wish to move on but want to remain so badly that they eventually do.
DO. Somehow.
Remains of dust and frost, stained in some jean- unknown
Tears of a rash move, and the regret stroked
Fangs of Cold and the claws of a loss- one that was not meant to be mine
Brightness of a falling star, and painful wish that came with it
Pinned against that jean- yet again unknown
