You used to be my friend
I lay in your arms
See that look
In your eyes
And know
Before you did
That you had fallen
In love,
That you
Were going to
Conceive a baby…
That was some years
Ago
And yesterday
You asked if I would
Get upset and
Make a scene
At the party
At the festival
Of dreams…
In your dreams
More like nightmares
Projected
On my bed sheets
While I slept
Peacefully.
How does the
Woman who hated
My betrayer
Become the one
Who doesn't speak to me
Anymore?
How does the man
Who kisses me
And holds
A piece of my heart
Treat me
Like the unknown
Dangerous element
Who is going
To make a scene?
Let me paint
Over the ignorance
Of your fears
Of my love
And peacemaker
Who is willing
To die on
The cross
You are nailing me to
All the while
Saying that
Being Pagan
Is more loving
Than being Christian.
Forgive me
If your actions
Aren't speaking
Louder than
Your words.
You've lost
The privilege
To write on the wall
Of my heart
Just because
We share a past
And you
Used to be
My friend
Realize that
Your projected
Fears of how
I might react
Speak more
About you
Than they ever
Will of me,
Because those
Who know me
Now,
Know I'm a lover
Know I am beautiful
And that I have
More forgiveness
And patience
Than your
Fears
Can imagine.
