Backstabbing bitches that smile to your face, spend each day talking about their faith. Playing games with your mind, pretending relationships are so devine.

I woke up today thinking of you, the words you say, the things you do. Your eyes call to me like stars in the sky, your lips so perfect…

The dark, the unknown. Tomorrow, next week. Next year, I fear. Your anger, your pain. The day you leave. Your tears, I fear. My choices, my path.