She’s my savior, my perdition.
My pursuits without fruition.
A luminous goddess, a slut.
Butterflies, a knife in my gut.
Perish shall I dare I beguile.
Still…probe will I and know not why.
Another credo penned in vain.
Unwavering, she yet remains.
I am the cap that crowns this fool.
The risen son on every Yule.
A manifesto of regret.
Success in loss my epithet.
She is my possession, most prized.
A squalid secret glamorized.
My heroine in every sense.
The spike upon my picket fence.
Perish shall I dare I deceive.
Still…will she truly never leave?
Another promise made in vain.
Though staggering, she yet remains.
I vanish unless I repent.
Am worthless but for her lament.
Stray I must to remind myself
She is the one, unparalleled.
February 20th, 2019 by Passenger B ©
Artwork: “Borderline Personality Disorder” from Facebook, artist unknown; contact me for credit