he is sorry
he broke his promise
he is sorry
on these words lies he will polish
. . .
you cannot con yourself, trickster
. . .
she is not angry
she was gone for so long
she is not angry
she has always been strong
. . .
your lies are so bright they blind you
. . .
but he is not
sorry
and she is very
angry
. . .
they toe around each other
he pretends it is not a bother
they are rarely around each other
she pretends she still sees him as a brother
. . .
but he is
something
else
entirely
. . .
and she is
someone
else
entirely
. . .
they are not what they used to be
they will never be
. . .
he fantasizes of riches and gold
her fantasies are of blood and cold
he wants power
she is power
. . .
she is lightning and she will burn the house to the ground
. . .
she wants a vengeful whisper
he is a vengeful whisper
. . .
his whispers will drive you mad with wondering if you bothered to listen
. . .
they are deadly
and they will never be friendly
. . .
she has the whisper, you know
and she tells him,
this is us now.
thaluke for you guys