I use to be in love with this wand

But as of late, I grew to not be so fond

The sneaky sneak ins after Dawn

Not the devils spawn

Truly an Artist but is this the con?

I could go on and on

But for what?

Every time I’m willing to risk it all

You get completely clogged up

So what the fuck?

Is the ex that got you stuck?

Playing heavily on the past and pressing her luck?

Obsessively admiring me from afar

But her gig is up

Did she not know that Beloved came through

& In Divine time she would soon be up?

But I’m so confused as to how cold we’ve become

Through years of every fire

We stood firm as one

Until the day had come

Instead of fighting we decided to run.

So how do we come to the center?

Meet in the middle

Just to remove the cold shiver

Betrayed and wounded; my heart can no longer wither

Thought this was the one,

So why do I feel there are other contenders?