tonight (come what may)

by, Cassandra

Desire swears to me
and I hide my eyes.
Nothing good can
come from this,
tonight.

But there's this
vulnerable chord
in my voice and
it gives away my
secrets.

I talk in circles about
my vintage ideology,
and pretend that I don't
see you looking back at me,
longingly.

This road is lined with
faults and promising regret,
but the temptation is there,
calling out to me,
nonetheless.

All these reasons and
warnings will still
be there come the
dreaded dawn,
anyway.

Excuses made,
I lift my eyes,
drop my guard,
and surrender,
finally.

(in the morning,
it'll all come
crashing down.)

A/n: reusing some prompt words/phrases, trying to flex my writing mojo.