Perfect In Betrayal
The Betrayal was planned,
orchestrated with vehement pride,
This undertaking,
Designed,
with evil intentions,
in mind.
Don’t you know how she feels?
Trying so hard to make you feel better for your cruelty,
She cries for your mistakes,
She apologizes when you yell at her.
How long can she do this?
The wind in her face,
Before she falls,
Before she can’t hold on anymore.
You ignore her but she feels the guilt.
The guilt for your selfishness.
Maybe if she grovels before you,
You will love her at last.
You will respect her as an equal.
You are her only peace.
You are her only friend.
You made her cast away all the others.
Your insecurity,
Lashes out and bruises,
And she cries,
And apologizes.
As you rape her body and spirit.
She sits enfolded,
in her security blanket of thorns,
Of tears,
As you walk away.
If I had one more chance it could be,
Would be different.
I’m sorry for the disease I’ve caused,
As I slipped through your body,
Unresisting and sweet,
I got carried away.
Carried away with more than I could take.
I’m sorry.
What is worth the fight,
And what should you let die,
This hallowed ground,
Speaks between dimensions,
Beckoning without a sound,
We are not perfect but we are perfect together.
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