A self-fulfilling prophecy

It's a self-fulfilling prophecy

like most are

heart roasting on an Open Spit

I loved you more because

I had to,

The Fates don't lie,

You loved me less;

No one can see their lover’s heart likes this

Distance yourself love

I'm doomed anyway.

The meat sizzles the sound of your name still

Maybe if i loved you less

Or

You loved me more

My heart wouldn't sizzle your name

Or sizzle at all.

Atleast now i can wash away the burden of my morality, my mortality

A bitter aftertaste, lingering hope

I've smelt fresh flesh

I won't fear biting my teeth into others’

If they intervene

this time:

I'm not forgetting my way home.

I'm gonna be enough for myself now

Afford the love to save my past self

and all the selves that need saving

Perhaps learn how not to need saving

Not even from myself, by myself

-P