My poetry and I poisoned and misunderstood each other again last night.
Uncertainty has always been the love chemistry that my poetry and I would get lost in together.
Not this time.
Tonight I'll be getting lost in your silence, without love...
Our silence.

My poetry and I polluted and betrayed each other again last night.
Dangerous romance has always been the oxygen that's kept my poetry and I alive.
Not this time.
Tonight I'll be suffocating in the truth.
Better to be suffocated by truth than murdered by our silence.

last night, my poetry and I looked deep into each others eyes.
I became angry and without warning my poetry began to cry in purple.
Please stop.

*Gene