Rei

It's already been three days

It's raining and the wind is angry

But there's no reason to be afraid

Because I tell the rain what to do.

But I would rather have control over the wind

A child of rei

I'm anyone, I'm anything

And there's a boy writing poetry about me

I can push him to the back of my mind

Because I'm a liar,

Though technically, I never told a lie

I'm dying on my own accord

Because I am presumptuous

and predestined to destroy

and in myself

I will create anew

Disillusionment has never tasted so....alive.

"Not everything can be deep"

Maybe I want to fill my lungs with water.

After all, no matter where I go,

I'm itching to tear away.

My abandonment issues make it hard to drop you.

But what else is sticking, like a sin, to my bones?

Other than this duplicity, a stain.

There is a line I have yet to cross, not past the point of no return.

But returning would be more of a sin than disappearing forever.

Enie

Meeny

Miny

.........

I already know how this will end, don't I?