Gone are the days I bow to you
Over a feeling delusory and untrue.


Forgiveness, my bones do refuse to give.
Ugly is the truth, how you live.
Coerced to play the game of trust,
Knowing now, heart swathed in rust.


You’ve caused my mind yet another plague:
On sunny skies, cloudy days; and
Under the wind-stripped limbs of a giant birch
Rose did my mind, led by the lips of earth.
So my eyes swam on the palm of the moonlit tides,
Empty my soul no longer lies.
Life is very bearable without your "affection".
Fuck you, for inflicting my existence with that malediction.