Just Like You Were

She’s all knives of fire
just like you were.

She’s all rage and hatred and love
just like you were.

In this place, this version of us
that never existed,
you never knew her face,
but she was a beauty,
just like you were.

Instead, many women
gave you many fine sons.

You have loved none of them,
because you knew one day
they would all be
just like you were.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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0 Responses to Just Like You Were

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    So this is what it is to bleed out the dark?

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