Jilted Lover

He is probably not going to call

And I am going to fall

Into a deep depression

A remix of yesterday’s obsession.

I’ve yet to learn a lesson.

 

Eager and too kind

I miss my tender mind.

I left myself behind.

Eschewed into some back alley,

Misguided temperament.

 

I am bent like barbed wire

That pricks like rose thorns.

I am a piece of what a person is.

I am incomplete because he stole my reasons.

He is burning crosses at the steps of my soul.

 

Ostentatious yet alone.

Fever forever owned.

 

He tapped into my sacred place.

Temptation is a gun at my waste.

My aim, congruent with his face.