You have been with me since the genesis and
this is my revelation.
Our bodies tangled in bedsheets but your soul
dances around mine, refusing to connect.
My body heaves with thirst but in your presence,
I am love drunk, leaving only bitterness in my cup.
With every heartbeat, your poison runs freely
through my veins but I refuse to follow grandpa’s
advice and swallow my medicine.
You are my kryptonite, crippling my logic having it
lose all reason and all that makes sense is how
perfectly my hand fits into yours.
I have loved you on my own.
You have not raised a finger to keep me by your
side but as soon as you speak, I am at your feet.
I ignore the various fallen petals around your
chamber and plant my own flowers in your garden,
knowing fully well that they will never grow yet
continuing to water them with my sweat and tears.
The storm rages around me, my shame wetly
clinging to my body yet I stay put waiting for a
rainbow to dance over me.
Only you can present me with a paradise while
putting me through hell.
Only you can heal my wounds while scarring my soul.
Only you can lift me up, battered and bruised.