The King that Never Was
The King that Never Was The palace in your kingdom that held many spaces full of brokenness and lies ,dies with you windiling and corroding, crumbling into rubble simply because you failed and belittled what was to be US You find yourself lost and reaching out for whoever will reach back, lacking the capacity for truth and reciprocity for the all the wrong you've done to me, she, they to We you are no king but a mire being who to be human is even to much to ask from you. What you are, is something of a pretender whose truth only emerges to suit your counter suitors, to make them believe a performance of a lifetime not knowing your love is filled with toxic poisoning for the ingesting elixir they are to be seduced for the taking a tonic you've mastered over the decades to mix perfectly for their demise You sir are no king, but a sorcerer who is a pauper in reality you are dark magic sitting on a throne of knives and daggers, and a crown of fools gold and foil You are the