you might as well have had
ink filled fingers.
the black prints
still burnt onto my skin.
no matter how many times
I try to scrub myself clean
of you.

glaring at a screen
with tears that won't fall.
it's gone,
bold adjectives
and lying affection.

Knowing—is not mine.
Your bead eyes, cast upon me,
supercilious

Every night battle—
When ‘love’ remains trampled.
Where to go from here?

Some days are just incredibly dark.
You wake up and nothing is right
Inside.
And it takes all day to get back.
It takes the entire day
Searching for the truth,
Weeding out the half-truths,
Silencing the voices,
And forgetting his touch.
It takes all day to consistently and
Consciously
Reach up and accept His help
Because you know it was your fault too
And he’ll never apologize.
He’ll never apologize
He will never apologize.

screaming into a void
like talking to your silence.
swearing that this song
is not about you anymore.
anything to make you smile
you are the ever living ghost
of what once was.

Dislike not what you know not of
or what you doubt to be true.
Follow everything out
to the point of taxing thoroughness.
Leave no stone un-turned
and  no leaf left unruffled.
Live with exhausting deliberation
the life set out for you.
Simplify and better thyself.
Teach others by living as an example.