maybe prometheus loved the vulture

Fate is a cruel mistress

And her name begins with an H

Trapped in this death spiral

Both knowing i’ll hit the ground first

Hell hath no fury

Like a man scorned

Riding into this city,

Torch in hand, in search of you

And you’ll meet me with a smile

That’ll stop me in my tracks

Asking again only for mine

With no intention of returning it

And again i’ll give it

Over and over again i’ll give it

And every time be surprised again

That i’ve lost it once more

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this is actually a poem about a different person. i...didnt even know i was capable of that. shes really nice tho (but isnt that just the issue). as always comment ask questions whatever :)