This poem is very slightly graphic and in the very least meant for mature audiences who will understand its meaning. I know I have some facebook friends who are kids, so…don’t read this poem if you’re a one of them? Love.
every sentence is a melody
that screams scarlet infedelity.
(you find yourself)
holding onto something that is not there
has not been there
will not be there
you want for an impossibility
nighttime is your starlit stability.
(you find someone else)
and break the bones in the backs
of lovers past
an adulterous ruse
of the unadulterated truth.