a failed attempt at love
i am glad you offered me that book
because it showed me
just how abusive you really are
you gave me the playbook to your game
how you tempered with
an innocent and vulnerable heart
how you discarded honest care
how you took advantage of my goodness
and indulged my body
there were moments i thought i was mad
know well that i am not
i couldn’t be more lucid
i could never live in the coldness of your shadow
i could never comply with your petty storyboard
as i could never fit your indecipherable injustice
i am glad you ended it
because i would have endured
for the sake of your unhealthy twisted soul
it is over and luckily so
you set your victim free
lacerated unto the bones
i trust you to go on
find new prey
as i will lick my wounds














