Everything is perfect here . .
But I couldn’t create here . .
Somewhere over there . .
That is where I had to be . .
In the middle of chaos . .
I could write your fucking noose . .
So tight around your neck . .
Fit snug, your own death making you feel so safe . .
So sad you believe in fate . .
You don’t just die . .
You create this death . .
Your final masterpiece . .
Do you think of me?
While she is wrapped inside your intoxicating embrace.
Does she know?
Know that I was the only one, you ever really loved.
It’s a cut so deep.
You gave her the wedding, promised to me.
Wound Festering, rapidly.
She sits in my place, beside your bench side throne.
I gave you me.
In return you left , claimed I had betrayed thee.
How can you?
Tracing her perfectly smooth, warm flesh.
She is marked yours.
Your fingers never to caress me again.