With trembling hands and a runaway heart,
I finally confess
He was never good for me.
The lacerations He left became
As deep and as vast as the most cavernous canyon.
The abrasions that materialized upon my flesh were
Transpired into every chamber and hallway of my heart.
This tender abuse of my Body
Had mutated into a rapacious looting of my Soul.
I allowed it because of Love.
I allowed it in order to gain reprieve
From the sighs of the Loneliness.
Band-Aid “I Love Yous” and half-assed hugs will not fix this.
I was, and continue to be, a
He refused to let me down easy.