You spit upon my image
Such blatant disrespect
Two points to you just don’t forget,
Two can play that game i merely just reject
You’re dead to me now this i won’t regret
Your funeral was beautiful
gave me time to reflect
I mourned like a widow for about two secs
I laid roses upon your grave to add to this effect
They were black and decayed like my soul before we met
But i hate to throw shade so I’ll be more direct
Rest In Peace my love and the relationship that wrecked

The taste of tension, like water, plain but there
Invisible, but felt
A faint undercurrent, a barely detectable wave

Physically, fine, well most of us
But mentally, a little shaky
Slightly off
Not easily detectable

Our lips graced by bald faced sugary sweet smiles
Don't look at the mouth, look at the eyes
Where the truth screams out at you
If, you can detect it

His antics, a little over the top
Her quirks, just slightly more enhanced
But even then,
You can't truly know what's going on behind the curtain
Unless you forcefully lift
But
That could possibly damage it
Completely

My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.