Golden Peacocks

You describe it.

Remember when we first met? I don’t either, I only remember you. Faded jeans, green tank, a backpack, used to memories and a soul that caught my attention. Funny. The first day I met you I left you crying, and the last day you left me you returned the favor.

But see you and I are not the same and I will always appreciate that, you were so polar to my personality that my own took different form, because you provoked my maturation

You provoked my inspirations and limitations and then and now

I can still see your broken soul

Your glowing armor, I could admire your luster in the lights, I suppose that’s why I lusted you in the nights and I knew your plight as your glowing feathers did fall and I just stood by to watch you cry.

So here I am walking away again, but this time I know I have every right.