for she who loved me vainly
vainly
in a way that produced the result she undesired,
my response harsh and swift,
her fan-tasy has no place on serious battlefields
those poem are battlefronts mine,
that are the numbered chapters in
My Revelations
still, she still reads my poetry
think on it, it’s confusing,
my unkind cut that came from deep anger,
it was outed but not for her, because of her
but for me
for to love
permission must be asked and both
given
and the line is wavy but 100% solid.
but reading my poetry, is that a violation as well?
my poems are me inside out.
but if you look in me deepest,
forgiveness is there,
not seeking contact,
but hate
is inconsistent
with walking a
path humble
