Time heals, my love

[Objective]

I walk through your mirror blindly,
it's how I see you, now...
come and find me.
...
We'll live each error, glitch, mind numbing simple tricks
and grind fun till something stick.
Wine, rum, mystic hits, just let pain come,
I'll hold your sadistic hips to the rhythm of what we escape from.
I view nature and humans as fate that's construed to chained love,
like fabled greek mysteries and what freak prophecies are made of.
Let's debate what hate does, besides enrage us,
just to keep emotions caged in a box craving for weight loss.
Stop fighting, except for what age must.
Put color to memories of grey dust.
Fractured heartstrings with out of position arteries,
blood pumped to new veins behind definitions of what "partner" means.
Geared up in freedom wings' starter kit
and fearmongering in a state of marvelous,
only to go online and market it for likes.
highlight reel the great star in us, publicly!
Attraction to compassion is dark as shit; pay ugly fees.
Vocalize what's right till' positives are starving it for life with subtleties.
Yet,
I'm hardened for this fight.
Together, forged in swords,
it's wielded by our Might
that's ordered to be mourned,
but, no...
It's a different sky tonight,
and we're walking through the
corridor
to open doors on either side.
That's the secret to what coping is,
but if there's hope in this,
I lied...