yet at the time that didn’t matter
because I felt my magic was fail proof
in this tragically imperfect un-truth.
A new project for me to tackle,
enormous gorge to fill with spackle,
ironclad walls that needed torn down,
a shrunken head to fit with a crown.
I liked her but…,that made me the ass
and another failure came to pass.
Against the grain my silent spells
cut into nots and on deaf ears fell.
This path was forged in the wrong direction
falling well short of targeted perfection.
Knowing now what I didn’t know then
I’ll never make these mistakes again.
Irreparable is exactly that,
no room for a fix or trimming of fat
So be sure love sticks with all your heart
or things will surely fall back apart.