A fated text from Destiny's flagrancy,
More of a slap, straight to my face
Exclaimed, "I'm coming!"
Is this a voracious joke on me?
My heart matches the pace of a horse
Galloping from everything that's ablaze.

My sweat is gasoline,
Every scrap of skin his words touch
My body sets in seething flames,
Burning every molecule of my existence.
It can't be a joke... Can it?
If not, then am I ready to meet him?

Face those eyes of honeyed lies
Searching for hidden truths in a masquerade,
Unraveling the unhinged answers;
Would I be able to take them?
Honestly, I don't know.
But don't I know all the answers already?

Thinking, overthinking, re-overthinking
Years spent chasing the same thoughts,
Only to drown in a sea of infinite outcomes;
Yet, that doesn't scare me from embracing it,
Bleeding hands don't flinch from admiring roses
Loving him was a sin, and' I was desperate for punishments.

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