siege of constantinople

A Poem by winter;lyra

i really hate the way you smile
reminds me of when dad used to beat mom
against the wall and make her crawl
ten feet under pride
i really hate
i really hate the way you dress
it lacks finesse
and it messes with my past
because at least then there was a palette
and some legs to run that ink
deep linking into a missed leap to the infinite

but at least then i had beliefs