So when I say
Triple A
Don't think
Or assume it's a good thing.
Who cares
If most of the time
I am walking in
The world
Being an angel
And agent for the Divine…
You pushed that
49% devil line
into overdrive.
You didn't have
The balls to tell me
I upset you
The last time
I put my arms around
You because
I was overjoyed
To see another beloved.
You had to take it
To an Ugly place…
Cause it sure as hell
Wasn't me.
It's not my fault
You married a man
As insecure
As you are
So you could live
In blissful
Paranoia
Together…
I'll wait for you
On the other side
Where love without
Conditions lives,
Because it won't be found
In the arms of a man
Who is so insecure
That a woman
Hugging with genuine
Love…
Effin' offends him,
& thereby you.
You don't know Me.
and it's obvious.
I am so triggered
When you dance
With glee
When I admit
That I get triggered
too.
Thank God
I am human,
But you forget
I am a poet
& should avoid
displaying
the dark side
of humanity
in front of me…
Cause I will
Forever write down
Your Acid Acrid Ascorbic
Triple A score
Down on my
Poets card…
She dances before me
When I mention
Sadistic glee
Being a motivator,
Like dancing
Of the ashes
Of the angel
I used to be
Like my façade
Lay as dead
Beneath her feet
…
My Divinity
A corpse being
Crushed to dust…
Which will never live
Whole again,
Now that she knows
Where the faults
Are and how
Alike
We now are.
You don't know Me.
and it's obvious.
I am a failure
To my beloved,
Because of the
Darkness
& bitterness
that lives in you
that the light
in my soul
was not enough
to penetrate
the fog
of forgetfulness
and self-doubt
& loathing.
It's so sad
That my beauty
Is offensive
To you…
You don't know Me.
and It's obvious.
Your words are
Acid Acrid Ascorbic…
The spittle of
Your words
Are dripping
Down the sides
Of my cheeks
Mixed with tears
Leaving little
Concave trails
That ate away
At the loving face
You can
No longer see.
