It reminded me of the way you talk
Repetitive.
A perfection of revolutions.
Telling me of things already known.
I tasted the ignorance on your lips.
Fill me up with your everything.
Your breath. The wind.
Stale air.
I don’t feel cool.
You’re pushing air in circles.
Chopping up all the times I asked for forgiveness.
Forgive me.
Until this moment.
Please give me a breeze of all the moments you have watched me act ungodly.