I used to know how quickly your eyes turned black when you spoke with your sins.
It was an honest battle until the very end,
Until you let them perish you and win.
I followed you down a hundred hidden rabbit holes to hold onto that last spell.
My intentions were wicked, I must admit,
But I did not lie when I promised to raise hell.
When you laughed, I smiled brighter than a scorching sun on Midsummer’s Day.
We buried each other in gilded affection,
We wrote our names in red clay.
I used to know that you are the good one, the one to return my long stolen peace.
It was an honest battle until the very end,
Until you put me back on my knees.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 