you will never get it
you will grow up thinking that storms
should be named after me

you will never get it
that we were a hurricane
destroying each other with
from the beginning 

all what is left are ruins
of what we were

and oh love
you wish that I would be bitter - my soul swallowed up by demons
like the ones that live within you
knowing that your greatest wish was to 
own me
not to let flowers grow from my spine

you were building your ruins
burying yourself
deep into my flesh
insisting to fix my brokenness -
you were never fixing me
you wanted to consume me and
you admired the thought of
your broken pieces
shattering mine even more

this is not love
it never was

war is over

I am evergreen - you are faded leaves





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