years

years

'

years and years and months and days,

since my words meant anything,

to you, broken patterns,

i tried to build a bridge between,

me and everything i want to be,

for you, but haven't.
the future is the enemy,
full of sharks with giant teeth,
i knew this would happen.
a victim of my own defeat,
this isn't who i am supposed to be,
or who i have been.

if gods perfect plan for me,
is this pair of shitty wings,
and broken feathers.
then why, would i, believe in such a silly
lie, that i, believe is fucking with our lives?