Thoughts of him
Push me in a corner

built for my own mendacity

I try to overlook
My rusted feelings

But do I really?

Can I look at your pastel face
Straight into your severed eyes

While your black rose buds
jerk at me
As I covertly
Lie

my way out of the room?

I know what I articulate
I also know
What’s true

Certainly, I don’t actually
Try

Leaving my
amorous memories

Certainly, It roasts my insides
Certainly, It accentuates my Achilles' heel

But certainly

Without it, I am only but a hollow tree
Uprooted in nothing
But the hell hole

That awaits me