constellation crossfire

the ugly fallout of a fading fixation..

wired to a murk

constellation gripped in blase

we are this for what we were

a mention my mind is hurled

the magic of your face

reduced to gain

configured to surfeit

torn fingers on a lyre

etched forever

smudged in time unmoving

constellation crossfire

you came and went

they come and I let them go

you never came back

your side on the bed remains cold

but I never let them stay for I promised myself

for I bled for your face

bled for your face

bled for your face..

Author's Note

thanks for reading :)