Confusion, in the face of one thousand lines
heartfelt sentiments, I have penned
these broken, 1am rhymes
are out of step with you and them
and us.

Echoes fade out
my trust in you
continued your illusions
painted in muted, watercolours
droplets, tears of pale lavender
and the tree we sat under
in our first and last January
It will all taste sweeter than this

You lied like the deceiving prince I knew you were
but I was a Lie
in words and in body

The space matters now you no longer fill it
only now I know it’s there
and it exposes me.

Kiss her like you kissed me
taste lipstick, love and meaning
no taint of hesitation
lose your fingers in her knotted hair
I’m sorry, so sorry
to have weighed you down with me

We were never anything more
than an event
occupying the smooth transition of a few months
where you unleashed your passions and perversions

as I hid, in the corners of your covers