the end vs. the night

devils, we are only 21 days into 2021,

and I've already had my heart broken, twice. 

real performances destroy me even more;

I want to taste your new lips with soft kisses. 

is this a simple memory, 

or a complex dream?

love gives us PTSD,

and I am finding it hard to live. 

but the darkness

can only get brighter.