He was unsure whether he could survive,
He had grown fond of her, gotten accustomed to her,
Her sent filled all the rooms,
He was left yearning, in desperation for her,
He swore that his heart would be caged in cryptic, cryptonian steel,
He’d align it with almond diamonds,
He wouldn’t let the love Pierce the little peace he had found,
His mind would his all and his soul would suffer for her mistakes,
It was weird but he learnt that broken crayons still color
Petulant
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