Slipped halo

 

Your halo fell around my neck

to form a noose, devils eyes in

angelic disguise, I fell for the lies.

A wolf in with the sheep,

pulling the wool over my eyes.

You said you only knew love

but your words bled

smoothly into my skin,

oil or balm, or fatal venom.

A judas kiss staining my lips.

 

I hold all the receipts.

Those meals for two.

Those broken promises you swore true.

The smashed temple of our solitude.

As you forced your

words down my throat,

and punched

confetti crosses into

my heart. A cemetery of trust.

 

Black and blue tattooed tears

streaming down my face.

Bruised memories never regain

the same clean relief.

I still hold the belief

in my parting seas, the waves

that will crash creating my story,

but your islands always dammed me.

denying my own shore

where the sun would shine.

Instead guiding me

over brimstone sands.

Where I’d be damned for all time...

 

 

Well no.

I don’t accept this.

 

I take my steps

and walk into the wilderness,

and I find the me that exists

in the atoms of all of us.

 

A temple rebuilt of sand and dust.

 

And in those atoms, I find love.

 

And now I walk head held high

And those stains did fade in time

 

And the heart now beats

at twice the pace it did

when I accepted your lies.