Our worlds violently colliding,
Explosion of anger and rage.
Your own mouth-watering,
My rapacious appetite to,
Maul and rupture your,
Soul into tiny,
Your malicious actions I foretold,
“It smells of roses here,” I candidly said to you,
Fragrant petals remain on our heavy laden pillow.
We are alone to face one another,
An almost threatening silence covers your mouth.
I sit and listen,
Is the address you keep.
Left and right you went,
Sun-kissed lips, she touches you,
In the vehicle that,
A surprising mammoth voice leaps from my mouth,
We engage in this insurmountable battle,
Yet, no one wins…
I knew it then,
I know it,
Is well traveled with ease,
No longer am I emotionally restrained,
By your rusty,
Your marks of pain,
But I’ve let go.
Of surprise and opportunity.