Your name burns my lips;
the world rips their tongue off
when your Satanic name rings their ears like a bomb gone off
just in case I’m not ready yet to hear about the past.
And I’ve let them do this (I never felt
anything wrong with the hushed tones)
but it’s not right to box breathing animals up.
So please bare with me, as I’m just warming up
to the way the vowels interact with the consonants
of your first name alone.
Someone wrote me a love letter, a confession of
their sins and a hope that I’d live up to them,
You thought I’d not know…
like everything you did not trust me with.
You didn’t have the courage to put your sign to it
To the velvet crumbled paper you thought I’d rejoice
And when I bailed, not comfortable with that arrangement,
without my clothes in your voyeuristic dreams,
you told me you loved me and that’s all that mattered,
not your sick twisted imagery of me with an unrealistic smile.
It is with deep pride that I write this,
and with embarrassment of past decisions that I exclude your name,
as you are a figure I wish to let go in the years to come
and with every word I grow farther from the way
you bruised me.
And to everyone who thinks they were the disconnect
when anyone is treated the way I was –
“You are more than the man holding you back
less than their guilt.”
You are the person who is going to be wonderful,
but only when you rid themselves of you.
A little compilation by me and Agrim yet again.