The Direction Lord
The Direction Lord was a compass
My compass
(Right?)
I should follow Direction Lord
All the way to Amethyst Sun
- My new home
After all, he knows why my suns
Shine,
Rise
And sing
His specialty is when my scars need a
Gauze of inescapable,
Tight-fisted love
He made me his
Just when I decided to be mine
But fear not,
Because Direction Lord took care of
My neurons and built a jigsaw of
One-two-three-love-me-forever
Woven in my brain
What force am I against such a man?
Why would I hold back?
From the Direction Lord of heartache
Why not hug the man who held my compass ransom
In his breast pocket?
The aim of my freedom was a little off
I will admit that much
The hilt of freedom was at an angle
Peeking from his chest
In silver blade glory
It screamed hello-there’s and how-could-
You’s simultaneously
Perhaps in his last moments he was
Laughing at my inability to
Aim
But how was I to know?
I wasn’t a Direction Lord.
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