sometimes similar brainwaves from past years bring connections
that stir to much to bear,
hidden smiles, a secret mission, she was a fool for thinking more,
or perhaps not thinking more.
theres a chance in this wicked gotham theres a crack in the
sidewalks,
between the tall dailies we hoped to stay in once again, perhaps
theres a crack that shines,
shines a light to somewhere else, when everything began, her
journey to the end.
it began with a simple plan, but the source never simply provides
what you ask,
they began to share eyes, she began to be intrigued, enchanted,
starstruck.
city streets, and simple walks, empty houses with mirrored trays
filled.
but this was the start to distress, first was nothing, but the
second could not replace.
but what was to do, three days await and everything was thrown to
haunt her for long.
he filled her head with dreams and promises, treated her like
something someone could have.
they began drifting closer in sleep, shared hands, then eyes, then
too much more.
she forgot about the city she left, the boy who waited behind, the
life she had to return.
it was wonderful for days, but guilt rid on her shoulders, as the
simple plan turned dark.
unsure greed caused dominoes to roll through the northern path
they crossed.
he shared a love that changed her mind, brought her closer to her
chosen path,
and nothing could seem wrong, nothing led to change the energy
that filled their paths.
but perhaps her love shared too soon scared the love she would
never forget,
and when the complex journey led to an end, a promise made was
never fulfilled.
she returned to a broken home that never mended, only just became
a city fucked mess.
chaos led for a half years time, stolen livelihood, monthly
routine,
she ran away from the unmended home, to the love fantasy he told
her she couldnt leave,
to be tossed and turned and taught lessons until her bright eyes
turned dark,
she started to see the puppeteers and the puppets, the puppet
masters and their rewards.
her former blissful love turned secret and uncertain, her movement
became planned.
but the city she walks, without the crack that brought out all the
pain she had buried,
allows a settlement, she could not say she would want to stir the
calm air she breathes,
but the crack started growing with magical strength, with crystals
of former year.
she could not forget the painful regret that tore her heart with
impossible possibilities.
but she bears this regret alone.
and forever will after this word.
