The certainty of this world
Caught me off guard.
I saw no trace of rot
Or ruin,
Just a love and desire
That blinded me,
All truth served only to deceive —
Secrets became wounds.
Familiarity—Invasion.
Your place removed.
... in your shadow.
These dying glories
Leaving words rattled in my skull.
Love became an ungodly deed,
Made only to *******.
My dying desperation
For your rejection and scorn,
Just a change of priorities,
Nothing personal
Try to forget.
I won't text or call.
Great will
A final act of love.
No way forward,
No way back.