Lemonde

I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
I tried to change, closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Less…awake.
Slowly did not speak another word.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
If this what you truly want, I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph. All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me?
Everyone else can.
So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God is listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.
She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.

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