Monthly Archives: May 2017

High Branches

Where love ends, and war begins,
Dignified retreat remains.
Or blast the remnants high above.
For all to see and pity.

Salt the earth and slowly leave.
Destroy even the memory.
I never could have loved another,
….I, didn’t choose until I met you.

Oh thank you love,
for freeing me!
That awful man was keeping me.
And doing just unspeakable things,
like, that thing, that you love,
but, don’t be mad, he was forcing me!

see how easy that is?
like pulling a trigger.
and all these seeds would go to waste.
in that salted earth.

and all the words spoke born from rage,
quietly I now deliver.

For truth be told I feel ashamed,
to ever have believed forever.