Plots

When you were my craving,

you crippled desire,

gave aid to aversion, extinguished our fire.

We flickered and faulted in ashes,

your potion of passion was potent but proved to be altered.

It may be you,

maybe May’s are crude.

This flower blooming maybe just intrudes our glories

Or maybe you're just within another story,

with characters, plots, & the bottoms climax.

I promised you these conflicts would never last.

Tried rising to action,

apologies tiring,

tired of awaiting for action.

Maybe this book isnt meant for me and you.