Coming to you from somewhere far and nuclear
this is a cry from the gut
that needs to be read in melody;
like a moonlight sonata:
Its’ fine. It’s okay; it’s my undoing anyway.
I wove counterfeit truths
with threads of convenience
till every last shred of dignity dried up.
I broke down
before dawn
before breakthrough
I saw shadows dry out in the sun.
I romanticised freedom
to the point of madness,
and burnt our palace to ash
out there in the lawn.
I may have pulled
the rug from beneath us
But you laid the broken
glass shards all along.
I tried to love someone else
but it isn’t working,
so I feel like smoking
while stalking your new girl like a hawk.
Happiness looks good on you
But I just don’t believe you.
Go ahead, carry on;
Just like you always do.
One day long overdue
You’ll find me at your door
asking what you meant by
‘’I’ll always be here for you’’