august

Your father told you once
you should find a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes,
and that should be perfection.
             
                 
                                      Your luck was
that you found me instead
with a sailor heart and witchfingers,
and a storybook,
and a universe of inconsistencies.

However, you chose,
Scylla over Caribdes;
and maybe for a heaven lost you gained
a golden chest guarded under the bluest waves.


I'm noone to say if you did well or not,
but my blood is not mine anymore,
the wolves run free under the solstice moon,
and currents dam,
and without you, I'm not going stargazing.