wicked love

she’s twisted
i can’t figure her out

she’s different
it doesn’t make sense

as if she’s a kitten
and my soul is her toy
with her tiny little claws and teeth
so vicious

so silly and fun

and worth it

our love remains

i’m an old man now
and there are so many shadows in the past

your eyes seem to change
at times
like a mask

but the truth is always there
whispering
“do you hear me?”

still i can’t see the past
only the connection of our souls
and the path forward