steady cobalt
Im sure we remember how thing played out differently
You spoke of rose colored glasses
I spoke of the rose
You spoke of melodies
I spoke of lyrics
You spoke of god
I spoke of the devil you never questioned
For you refuse to understand that the human experience is unholy
As much as you respected the fact i have no faith in your god you should know i followed his rules
I speak the truth
I speak the truth when i say this will be the last poem i write about you
I meant everything i said in that first poem and still do
I speak the truth when i say I have untethered from the bits and pieces you’d recognize of me from my bathroom floor
And from that floor i will recall to your god at the pearl gates how you told me “this decision was not made lightly” before blocking me
blissful pewter