Nothing Good Can Come Out Of This

All signs point to the edge of this cliff,

And we are destined to be fate’s latest victims.

I remember you saying nothing good will come out of this,

But I was not convinced,

Hoping we’d split the difference.

I claimed distant corners of your mind.

My barriers melted under your mellow breath.

You showed me parts of my being that I could never find,

And I knew if I stopped,

Nights would taste like red regret.

We took off flying without looking back.

The pastel sky fed us translucent fantasies.

It took just one drop of rain to make the sugar crack,

And I saw you for who you are –

My last unfulfilled prophecy.

All signs point to the end of this dusk.

We are destined to be tonight’s latest casualties.

I remember you saying nothing good will come out of us,

But I leaned in,

And now we’ll never know peace.

-Jackie