Lunarian Thoughts

I have heard it said
that the most wicked
and cruel demons
that plague this realm
were once the fairest
and loveliest of angels.
My love,
my sweet
and bitter
love,
how beautiful it was
to watch your infernal descent.

LT

In the end,
it was never really
you
and me.
It was only ever me
and whatever memories
you did not set fire to
when you left.

LT

We like to think
that we are the heroes
of our story.
That when we are removed
from a toxic situation
that we were the ones
who God was looking out for.
But we
seldom
think that we were bad
for someone else
and that God spared them
from us.
Perhaps
we are not
always the hero.

~LT

You were never really afraid to lose me.
The attention,
yes,
but me?
No.
There was never enough I could do
or say
to get you to stay
as you flitted
from one source of attention
to the next
like a sort of
sick butterfly.
My thorns only grew bigger
the moment I realized
that I was not the only flower
in your garden.

~lt

The more my soles
tread upon that old mountain
the more I begin to believe
that it is far less
me
carving my way to the summit
than it is
the mountain
carving its way
into my soul.
I always enter
with my worries
and pain
and sorrow
and shames
and yet,
somehow,
I always leave
empty
but
in a good sort of way.

Perhaps I am not taming the mountain.
Perhaps,
the mountain is taming me.

~LT

I wanted it to be you.
I really did.
I had forsaken all
that was dear to me
just to keep you.
I remember
you
telling me that deep down
you knew that we were in love.
But I was always trying to steal
something from you
that should have been given freely.
So,
in the end,
when all that was left was ashes
you had already been long gone,
promising yourself
to someone else.
I wanted it to be you.
I really did.
Though there is no rest
for me
At least my mind
is free.

~LT